Getting the House — BackedTGC

Tom and me were two guys fresh from college looking for a place to live. Where's the problem, you might say. But our new jobs were near a very conservative neighbourhood and we didn't want to travel all over the world to get to work. There was a nice small house to rent, but they only accepted heterosexual couples or young families. We had well paid jobs, we had no criminal records, but we were two guys. Heterosexual, but two guys. And the house was just perfect. One evening Tom had the idea how we could get the house: one of us would be wearing one of these brand-new skinsuits. We act as a couple, sign the rental contract and everything would be fine. If the landlord showed up, we'd tell him that the "wife" is out for groceries and introduce him to our guest. Easy-peasy! We ordered the suit and discussed, who should be the girl. Tom had long hair, the neighbourhood wouldn't pe pleased. But my upper body was covered with tattoos. Something I couldn't hide, unless I wore the suit. I put my right foot into the leg and I felt immediately the pressure it caused. When I had two legs in the suit, I was already 2 inches smaller. It looked and felt completely weird, when I tugged my dick in the suit and the only thing you could see was a beautiful vagina. The hardest part was my waist. I used to be a tall and build man, but now I was about to become a petite young woman. The arms took their time as well, but I feared a bit the head mask. In the mouth was a negative form of an oral cavity with a tongue in it. I had to put my tongue in this shell. For a moment the suit hung on my body. At some places loose, somewhere it was stretched. I stood in front of a mirror and saw how ridiculous I looked. But then the suit activated or something. The suit adjusted to its new form. Or did my body? The bald head produced long brunette hair and the normal nails lengthened a bit and got covered with rosy polish. Tom joked: "You look good! How much do I need to pay you to get you into my bed?"

The viewing went well. We played our part and got the house in the end. I even lied about founding a family after we get married. The landlord handed the keys to Tom, a man's business! And we had a place to live. Both of us were so happy, but the suit did something to my body chemistry. I got into a mood...a certain mood. I said to Tom: *"I don't know how it came, but right now I'm so happy, I would celebrate the rental contract with you like a proper girlfriend would do. Better be quick, because if you don't take the opportunity, I'll be out of this suit."* Tom took the opportunity. He slid my top over my breasts and caressed them. „WOW! They feel completely real. Like if they were you own flesh." he wondered. Actually, they were like my own flesh. And they were sensitive. I let out a soft moan and enjoyed how gently he squeezed them and how he came closer with his hand to my already erect nipple.

From this moment on I wasn't myself anymore. Driven by hunger and lust I replayed scenes from adult movies, I had in mind. We made out, while I opened Tom's trousers. Then, I went on my knees.

But Tom got caught by his urges too. He suddenly took me and threw me on the bed, only to shove his dick into my awaiting pussy. Under Panting and Moaning I managed to groan *"Protection! We need protection."*

"Oh shit!" Tom shouted. I didn't understand what happened, until he rolled his eyes and a warm flush crawled up my inner. He must have cum in me. As great it felt, I knew this could mean serious problems.

*"The manual, were is the suit's manual?!"* I screamed hysterically, but I was talking to myself, while Tom looked crestfallen. He thought I was mad at him, but didn't stop him either. *"We left it in our apartment. Let's get there, quick!"* I said and dragged Tom with me. 15 minutes later, we raced into the apartment and found the manual immediately. I searched for the FAQ-page. Gladly, there was something about it: ### If a man ejaculates into the suit, you need to follow the following instructions urgently: ### - First, wash the vagina of the suit as good as possible ### - Then, take off the suit quickly. ### I rushed into the bathroom and cleaned what was left from Tom's semen. This was done in no time. But then I couldn't find the zipper in my neck. I threw my hair away, tried it from the left, tried it from the right. Tom tried to find the zipper too. *"A number, there has to be a hotline."* I said half in panic, half in trance. I dialled the hotline from the backside of the manual. In my excitement I walked around. After three endless ring signals someone answered. I sat down on the ground, where I stood, Tom was behind me. I explained the clerk, what had happened and asked if there was a solution.

He said: "Ma'am..." Involuntary I interrupted: *"Actually, I'm a man, only in a women's suit."* The man at the hotline wasn't dissuaded. He said friendly, but unemotional: "No, actually it's ma'am now. If the semen in the suit has enough time to alter the conditions like the pH value, the suit develops a deeper transformation. You grow ovaries and an uterus. You also produce your first eggs. This is not a problem yet. You'll probably feel more emotional. But if the semen has time beyond that, it can happen, what could happen to every fertile woman. You are a woman now and pregnant." Endless seconds of silence were between his next words. "Please tell me your former name and your address. Our legal team will provide you the documents to acknowledge your new situation officially. Until the mail arrives, you can choose a new first name. I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm sure you will make the best of this situation." ## ... # Six Months Later We adjusted more to our conservative neighbourhood than we thought. Since Tom is the father, he cares for me and the baby. And so, a relationship developed between my former best friend and me. Last week Tom proposed to me. I'm going to be a bride and a mother! Even if I'm thinking about my old life sometimes, I'm happy with how everything evolved. Currently I'm staying at home, while my fiancé earns us some food. The soccer moms around here would be proud of me.

But when our child is weaned, I want to work again. Only problem, the skinsuit was a sex toy after all. It merged with me and left me being horny all the time. Under this condition a usual office job is impossible. or can you imagine me in an office?

No, I will turn my permanent arousal into money. I studied economics. I'm going to produce and sell my own porn movies. Tom, the best husband to be, agreed that I could have other man with me in front of the camera, since his job doesn't allow his presence in such films. Let's see, if the neighbours survive a woman earning more money than her husband.