An arm slipped around her supportively, not that she felt she needed it. Her husband, Simon, whom she had to thank for all of this. Pointedly ignoring him, she marched forward.
“Hey Kendra, this is the end of the path. The carnival’s back that way,” he indicated with a chuckle and a jerk of his thumb.
Well, maybe it hadn’t been a mistake. She turned an assured smirk his way. “Yeah, and I thought that after four hours-”
“It’s been about two.”
“-of no fun, maybe we’re looking in the wrong places! Come on! Let’s look at what the carnies don’t want us to see.” She slipped out of Simon’s arm, leaving him to follow or be left behind.
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to find; machinery, a break area, storage, or even just a portable fence. What she didn’t expect to find was a black tent, smaller than most of the vendor stalls, with a grinning gargoyle perched at its peak.
“See, Simon!” She proclaimed. “If we hadn’t gone around, we would have completely missed this!”
They found the interior lit by a single, pale, suspended bulb. Standing near the back were two hollow, humanoid shapes comprised of a complex mesh of steel wire and strips, with dozens of tiny hinges around the edges. Looking around the room for any staff manning the place, they found no one. However, a pole near the entrance supported a screen, smudged by numerous fingerprints, displaying a minimalist pair of human figures, one blue, the other red.
“What is supporting the gargoyle? Is it made out of foam?” Simon muttered from the middle of the tent, but Kendra was more interested in the screen. She prodded the blue figure. The screen beeped, and a strip across its chest turned red, its mate turning blue. A clack from the metal figures made them both jump.
The fronts of the two metal figures had flipped open, revealing the empty space inside.
The couple treaded nervously up to them. It vaguely reminded Kendra of a medieval torture device, but there were no spikes or anything that would hurt someone standing inside. “It looks like we’re supposed to get in.”
“It looks like a cage,” was Simon’s reply. “I’m thinking lacerations and broken arms.”
“Oh, come on!” Kendra prodded. “This is a carnival! It’s like riding in a plane, it’s always way safer than it looks.”
Not waiting for his reply, she turned around and backed in to the box. Her dress caught on the wedge of metal between her legs, so she pulled it up high around her thighs. It didn’t seem like the box would accommodate a small woman.
Simon scoffed and folded his arms, eyeing her incredulously.
“Come on!” she urged. “It couldn’t be a ride. Aren’t you dying to find out what it is?”
He rolled his eyes and moved to occupy the other box. “Probably won’t even close without someone operating it.”
No sooner was he in place, than the boxes clacked shut around them. A little cry of surprise escaped Kendra’s throat. As much as she seemed toward the lower end of sizes that would fit this box, the metal pressing her chest in told a different story. She found herself thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t been pinched.
The next sensation was very strange. The wires and strips whirred to life like a dozen tiny, mechanical arms, and she felt them wrap around her breast, forming a flat surface over the top of them, and another pushing up underneath like some kind of tit-display shelf, forming what felt like a squared-off box.
Was it somehow adjusting to her shape?
Weirder still, thick metal wire wrapped a tight loop around them, close to her ribs, framing them, drawing slowly tighter and pulling them forward.
Was the box molesting her?!
“Uuuugh,” she moaned. “This is weeeeird!”
Before it could become painful, all at once, the pressure was gone. She suddenly didn’t feel anything against her chest anymore, until her dress fluttered down against it. She sighed with relief, and all the more urgently curious about what was going to happen next, listened carefully to the mechanical whirring. It seemed to be sliding off to her right, toward Simon.
“What the-?!” he protested. “Oh. Ohhh I see what you mean by ‘weird’. What is that? … Did it get in my shirt?”
After what felt like several harrowing minutes in those boxes, dying to know what was happening, Kendra was relieved but confused when she was abruptly met again with the sight of tent fabric and the screen across the tent from her.
“Was that it? I guess getting groped by a box is kind of creepy, but I can see why they’d...” As she spoke, she stepped out of the box and started looking herself over. There was an all-too-literal feeling of a weight off her shoulders, and her dress felt like the machine might have stretched it out. Instead, she had a much-too-clear view of her knees.
“What the hell?!” she cried. “What the fucking fuck?! How?!” With no one else to turn to for answers, she turned to Simon.
Simon was beet red, and his arms were wrapped tightly around a mass straining his shirt, threatening to burst his top button. “This isn’t possible,” he muttered, staring blankly at the far wall. “This isn’t possible.”
“Aaagh!” Kendra croaked, throat conflicted between screaming and choking. She rushed up to him and tried to wrap her hand around the bulge, trying to confirm what she was seeing. As her mind spun, she settled for poking, confirming what it looked like, confirming Simon’s words.
“Those are my boobs!” Instinctively, she pulled her voice down low, not at all comfortable with announcing this to the world. “This is…” It seemed pointless to say it. It was already getting annoying to hear it from him. Like, she got it, but “impossible” could no longer be the word for it.
Eyes wide, Kendra took a few unsteady steps back, gawking at her big-breasted husband. “This should be impossible. This is… magical.” As the words came out of her mouth, the wonder of it dawned on her.
“This is magical,” she said breathlessly, fear washing away to make way for excitement. “The boxes took off my boobs and gave them to you!” The next step dawning on her, she whirled around to the control screen. The two figures had returned to their beginning state. One all blue, one all red. She tapped the blue one on the chest, and once again, the colors swapped. “The boxes can move them back!”
“How would you know?” Simon spat.
Experimentally, Kendra tapped the blue figure on the stomach. Now the entire torso from top to waist was red. A second tap reverted it, leaving only the chests off-color. “Why wouldn’t they?” As she continued to tap around, testing where the cutoffs were, a devious smile curled her lips. She glanced back over her shoulder, putting on a teasing grin. “Besides, what else are you going to do? Go home like that?”
Simon eyed his protruding chest uncomfortably, and stepped back into the box in concession.
Kendra needed to test one last thing before getting back in, herself. Tapping the face swapped the colors on the entire head, down to the base of the neck. Tapping the forehead…?
A pair of red lobes appeared on the blue silhouette, forming a semicircle between them. With that and the chests being the only things selected, she practically danced back to the box. She almost tore her dress throwing herself back into place, lifted her hips to arrange herself, then settled back to let the magic box enclose her.
As metal fingers began to tickle the back of her head, she heard the beginnings of an expected freak-out. “What the fuck?! I knew it was just going to get worse! I-”
It was the strangest feeling yet, having the back of her head peeled open like an orange. Then, for a few seconds, she felt nothing at all. She didn’t see, or hear, or anything else, either. It was a strange thing, having no sensory input at all. She’d half-expected to feel like floating, but this… well, it was almost like floating. But floating without floating in anything, without even gravity’s effect on her body, or the odd feeling of weightlessness that came from going down on a roller coaster. It was just… nothing.
Then, just as abruptly, there was everything again. A body, light streaking in through the cracks in the box, round, metal arms pushing the back of her head together. The burning on her face from a harsh blush… She couldn’t help but chuckle as more subtle feelings filtered in to her attention. A deep breath steadied her nerves. She clenched and unclenched her hands. All in all, she felt a little heavier. Two of her favorite parts were still missing, but her focus was pulled to something new pressed against her left leg.
The boxes clacked open once again. Kendra shook a leg with each step, getting used to her new weight and length. She could also feel her head rapidly clearing, the full implications of what she’d done falling into place. Perhaps she’d been drunker than she’d thought. She regretted nothing. She burst out laughing, a strange, whooping, male laugh.
“Nonononono…” Simon muttered as he stepped out of the box to her left, but as she burst out laughing, he rounded on her. “You… did this on purpose?!” Her usual voice cracked as he tried to use it. That, coupled with his firm, serious, angry look coming at her from the face she saw in the mirror caused her to laugh harder, doubling over. When she looked up, the anger had caused his face to scrunch up, bringing out a new round.
“Enough, already!” he cracked. “This is serious! Did you do this on purpose?!”
“I’m sorry!” she placated. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was right there; I had to try! Come on, don’t tell me you wouldn’t be tempted to try something.”
Simon turned his head away huffily, but clearly the words resonated somewhere. She stepped up to him, tone turning sultry. “Don’t tell me…” she took his hands - they didn’t even seem like hers from this perspective! So small - and guided them up under his breasts. “...you wouldn’t have wanted to try it.”
As the opportunities dawned on him, she stepped back and let his mind play. Her attention was called back to her own body. From that touch, from her heavily suggestive approach, it seemed something had awakened. Now “something” was starting to pull out of her pant leg.
It was subtle, at first. A tiny slide of skin against cotton. For such a little thing, now that her attention was on it, it was impossible to ignore. She had a penis! She was a woman, and a 100% real full set of cock-and-balls was fixed to her anatomy, a part of her. It felt so alien. It felt so wrong. She bit her lower lip. Thinking about how wrong it was was clearly making it worse, and she loved it!
It grew uncomfortable as it strained against its cotton confines, and she manually pushed it up to the center, a quick titter escaping her lips. This called Simon’s attention back to her, with a dumbstruck but still conflicted look. “I adjusted!” She proclaimed. “It makes so much sense, now.” She continued arranging herself, pushing her confined member to a more comfortable position. The fact that she was grinning like an idiot, staring at and playing with her dick just made her grin more.
Simon gave his breasts another squeeze, then patted his dress into his crotch. “Okay, no. No! Switch… let’s just switch back and go home.”
“Awww… come on, Simon!” She stepped up, draping her arms around his shoulders, though he shrunk back. “You brought me here to have fun! This is the most fun I’ve had in years! You can’t have fun if you let every little thing bother you.”
He began to relax, clearly starting to consider it. Then, he jumped back as if he’d been bitten by a snake, eyes flicking to her crotch. “I am a man! This is wrong!”
“Maybe you need a little time to get comfortable with it,” she tried. When his eyes looked unconvinced, she followed up with. “Is it your penis? Do you not feel like a man without it?”
His face softened, and he began mulling it over again, eyes drooping to his own chest. She couldn’t help but wonder if the alcohol in his system wasn’t helping to broaden his horizons. It should. She was inviting him to spend a night in a sexy woman’s body. It was every man’s dream. “Just imagine it. Your eyes closed, your head rolled back in ecstasy, as you get to be the first man alive to get off with two sets of parts at once.”
His eyes went wide, and his face bright red. If he was conflicted before, he clearly wanted it, now.
He pointed at the control screen. “You know how this thing works?” he demanded.
“I switched our bodies, didn’t I?”
“Just for tonight. Then we go back to normal.”
She scoffed. “Obviously.” Well, she’d have some time to think it over.
He looked at the panel, and nodded his assent, then broke into a grin. “Heh. ‘Fun.’”
As Simon arranged himself in the box, Kendra turned to the control panel. This thing had some big options, but also smaller, more precise ones. When she’d tapped the middle of the hips earlier, only a small, vertical rectangle had swapped, it taking a tap to either side to switch the entire pelvic region.
Experimentally, she tapped the very point at which the legs met, and was pleased to see an even smaller, horizontal rectangle turn red. She considered it, but decided to let him have it for now. Returning it to only that tiny vertical strip of swapped colors, she turned and sauntered to the empty box, winking at Simon as she went. He was too focused on his own chest to take notice. “So,” she internally mused, “he still hasn’t seen how the controls work.”
The box clacked shut in front of her face. She let out a soft “Mmmm…” of pleasure as the metal rods pressed in around her groin, framing the pants all the more sharply around her dick. While she wasn’t entirely pleased about being desexed, it had its own exciting kinkiness to it. Then came the gentle squeeze. Though she’d expected them to pull on it, it still sent a jolt of alarm shooting out to her neck and toes. Then, it was gone, and she settled down again, the whirring retreating off to her left.
It struck her as amusing that having her dick removed was a more discomforting experience than her brain.
She waited out the rest of the process. Briefly, she considered trying to push her way out, but she didn’t dare risk breaking it. “Oh!” came a pleased cry from Simon. “Ohhhh!” he moaned. Then, the boxes flipped open again.
“Damn!” Simon exclaimed as he stumbled out of the box, pulling the dress tight around him and almost falling over trying to see past his boobs. His dick made quite the imprint. “I am rock hard right now! You are one kinky bitch,” he admired.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she assured him as she took him by the arm, leading him outside the tent. This was a lightly wooded area. There were sure to be some bushes nearby to blow his mind in.
* * *
Kendra half-dragged Simon back onto the carnival’s path, under the knowing smirk of the gargoyle. “You had your fun, this is mine. It’s not like anyone here knows us.”
“Just… don’t do anything to embarrass me, okay?” He glanced around nervously at the carnies and the crowd as he tossed a handful of wet wipes into the trash.
“You just play my lovely little arm decoration, and not worry your pretty little head about anything.” She gave his butt a teasing pinch, eliciting a squeak, then held out an arm for him. Reluctantly, he wrapped both his arms around it, pressing his cheek against her arm, and continued casting about nervous glances. He looked so cute like that.
While the carnival had seemed lackluster before, everything was different, now. Every look, every smile. “No one knows I’m a woman in a man’s body!” her thoughts pressed persistently. “He doesn’t know! He doesn’t know! It’s so kinky I want to burst!” An accidental brush against another man was a little reminder that he couldn’t even feel that she was a woman! The way Simon squirmed at the gentle, apologetic way she said “excuse me”!
Teasing Simon became half the fun. While he was receptive enough to being touched at first, after about half an hour, a squeeze of his butt came with a look of alarm, then he looked up at her pleadingly. He tried to whisper something, but she couldn’t hear it over the crowd. Still, the way he clutched the front of his dress, pulling it away from his crotch told her her mean trick was working.
“Someone’s gonna figure it out!” he dared to call over the crowd. “Look at the magician. Between the elephant ear stand and the water guns. Not right now! But look at him! He knows!”
Unworried, Kendra glanced over. The man in the tuxedo, with maroon-lined cape and matching masquerade ball mask was indeed watching them with a knowing smirk. Then again… “He was looking at us like that two hours ago. I think he looks at everyone like that.” She patted his hands in a mockery of comfort.
Her teasings became less frequent, or rather, more tactical.
* * *
After an hour or so, the novelty had started to wear off, and unable to stay excited about her situation, the body still felt wrong, but she was starting to feel differently about it feeling wrong.
Every little thing was starting to bother her. The weight was off. The thick, hairy arms, while she found them appealing on Simon, turned her stomach to see on herself. Every little touch of her face was met with stubble. Her gut, while not huge, was one she would never have allowed herself to grow. Though the smell of man sweat was probably coming from everywhere, she hated to think that some of it came from her.
In short, she felt gross.
Simon was tangibly relieved as she steered him back toward the hidden tent.
* * *
She’d worried just a bit that the little, black tent might have been discovered by that point, worriedly envisioning a line they’d have to wait in. The machine had to be a secret though, right? Otherwise, word would have gotten out fast. Despite her self-reassurances, the gargoyle alone grinned down at them with sadistic glee as they approached. Simon breathed a sigh of relief, releasing her arm and stomping into the tent ahead of her.
As Kendra entered, she found Simon already in place. With his dress pulled up higher than was strictly necessary to fit in the box, he was getting a shameless last few strokes of his pussy while his other hand teased a nipple. She only chuckled. Let him have his fun while he can. She tapped the control screen, and took her place beside him.
She stood there for several long seconds, confused. “Why didn’t it immediately snap shut?” she thought with rising panic. “After all this, is it broken?!” Then a simpler answer crossed her mind, and she leaned out of her box with a smirk to verify her suspicions.
“You need to put your arms in the sides.”
Simon grimaced what didn’t seem to exactly be an apology and complied. Kendra leaned back into her place. As the boxes closed, and metal fingernails massaged the back of her head open, she had a feeling she wasn’t going to regret tonight at all.
She basked in the sensation of nothingness. Now that she was expecting it, it was the most luxuriously comfortable thing ever. She wished she could make it last longer; perhaps stay near the box for the rest of her life just to experience it again.
Then, the world snapped back into place, and she took a pleasantly satisfied breath, limited as it was by the press of steel against her boobs, as the machine massaged her head closed again. She was in her own body again. She had never felt so delightfully feminine. Well, except one thing. One throbbing, insistent thing.
Twin sensations, similar, yet different, demanded her attention, demanded satisfaction, demanded release. The tingle, the electricity, the heat, the hunger. Sure, she’d never felt so feminine. More than that, she’d never felt so sexual. It might have been the anticipation of how very, very evil a thing she was about to do, but she’d never felt so alive!
The box clacked open. One careful step assured her of her own familiarity with this body. Then, she ran.
As the tent flap fluttered closed behind her, she heard Simon’s dumb, useless voice mutter a confused “Kendra?”
“Take your time, dear.” she silently mocked. “You have-Huh?” The thought was cut short as she collided with someone, arms wrapping tight around her shoulders. She looked up, getting ready to fight when her breath caught in her throat. She was met with a soft grin, and a maroon mask.