"Where to start?" Laura thought to herself as her nylon coated foot slid out of her right six inch pump and rubbed the back of her left foot. Her painted toes flexed and wiggled as she moved to Crystal's Storysite.org. Like her other favorite; TIMELESS BEAUTY STORY ARCHIVE, the web site was created in the early in the 21st century had had long survived to the year 2077. "Here we go," she said and tapped the screen again.
Laura leaned back and crossed her legs as she checked the cyber board to see what new messages were posted. After a reply to some of her favorite T- friends; and posting a few notes of her own, Wild site then checked out the "What's New" section.
"Only three stories today." Laura thought as she took her time reading each and every story. She thought even more of those with images because of the care her friends put into their tales. Of course, each story got its readers comment section marked off. Then she checked out the polling area and found the no new polls had been done.
As Laura did a internet transformation search, she came across a store called "Body Gallery." Its promise, to turn anyone into the girl they had always dreamed of becoming - for real. Laura knew that plastic surgery was expensive and often left one looking worst than when they went in.
"What the heck." Laura thought as she contacted the store.
"Greetings." Mr. Spellman said as his computer-generated face appeared on the monitor. "Just allow the needle coming out of your G drive prick your finger for a blood sample and we'll run out tests to see if you will get a suit shipped to you. In the mean time, please fill out the forms now appearing on the screen."
"What Culture would you like:
"This does sound too good to be true." The 5' 7" woman thought as she sat in her internet disguise. Clicking on choice five a smile spread on Laura's ruby lips. "I always wanted to be smaller as well as cuter."
T or P
"I can guess what that means." The smile brightened as the polished finger pressed P.
After Laura finished the form and the shop shut down, she scanned the new stories of TIMELESS BEAUTY STORY ARCHIVE and other web sites. She also recorded her online diary.
A delivery man got into is cab, pressed the destination button and the auto drive took the person straight to the address of Laura. When the door bell rang, Laura stood up; smooth her skirt out, and stepped back into her pumps. Taking tiny steps, she walked over to the front door to answer it. She paused only momentarily at the hall mirror to check her hair and make up.
"The suit you ordered." The delivery man said as he held out a box.
"Thanks you, honey." Laura reached for her purse and gave the man a tip for his troubles. Taking the box inside, she opened it up and pulled out a slip of paper first.
CONGRADUATIONS ON PASSING THE TESTS.
YOU MAY NOW CALL YOURSELF A JAPANESE WOMAN
AKANE YEN. ALL YOUR RECORDS HAVE BEEN
AUTOMATICALLY REDONE UNDER YOUR NEW
IDENITY. PLEASE REMOVE ALL POLISH AND MAKE UP
AS WELL AS ANY BODY HAIR BEFORE PUTTING SUIT ON.
Akane Yen (LAURA) did as the instructions said. She carefully removed her nail polish and washed her make up off. She then used some NAIR body hair remover lotion to quickly get rid of any hair she currently hadn't shaved off. This included the pubic hair around her vagina.
Stepping into the suit one leg at a time, she pulled the suit up and saw her pussy slowly disappear and made her appear sexless. Once on, the heat of her body tightened it on her. Akane found the room seemed a lot taller as she realized that she was only 4' 2" now instead of the old 5' 7"
As she fingered a sex that was invisible to outward sight, a surge of pleasure shot through her from head to her fused toes. She looked into the box to see if anything else was there. She found a pair of wooden platform thongs, nude pantyhose, and a colorful kimono. "This is wonderful."
The doorbell rang again just as she finished getting dressed. As she walked toward the door, her steps got slower and slower. Suddenly she found her body freezing up in mid step. She couldn't move and was over a meter from the door. It opened on its own, then a young Japanese man in a suit stood before her and stepped inside without being asked. He held his finger under her chin and checked her looks, then walked about and inspected her slim, curvy body.
"May I- " Was all she got out before she lost the ability to speak.
"You will sell my wife's wares well." He smiled as Akane could only stare helplessly at him from her frozen state. He pulled put a long pole and a transparent stand from behind his back. He lifted her up and settled her ass down on the pole. It fit into a socket that was somewhere in her left ass cheek.
"Didn't you read the paper that was sent to you?" Mr. Yen asked. He held up the reverse side of the paper that she had read before putting the suit on.
YEN, YOU MAY EXPECT YOUR NEW OWNER TO SHOW UP
THIS EVENING. LIKE MANY WHO GIVE UP EVERYTHING TO BECOME
GORGEOUS, YOU HAVE GIVEN UP YOUR LIFE TO BECOME A MANNEQUIN.
"The first thing is to send all your former clothes to be sold." Mr. Yen smiled. "You will only wear classic, traditional Japanese garments or whatever my wife and I decide to dress you in. You will also get use to being displayed nude in public."
Akane suddenly felt like she was having second thoughts about what she had done. Wishing she had chosen the temporary pack instead. A legal contract is even more unbreakable than ever before. She was now an object to be owned, bought or sold at will. As she felt him strip her clothes off, the feeling of her clothes brushing upon her hardened body send surges of pleasure through her. As pleasurable as his touch as he carried her carefully to the back of the van and took her into her new life.