.

I lick my lips, but they still feel as smooth as before; I tentatively bite my lower lip, but it still feels just as elastic and rubbery as before, too.

Had I had a mirror before me, maybe I could have seen her slowly receding from my face.

Maybe, but I am not sure, I could not be quite certain.

The changes, such as she has been applying them; should be only skin deep, shouldn’t they?

I don’t know.

Yet, something is new and unfamiliar.

I find myself walking over to the wardrobe, opening the door; pulling out the hangers for the Skirt and the Blouse I am currently wearing, hanging them up before me on the outside of the wardrobe. I close the door, before I start buttoning the blouse down one button at the time.

“Uh, oh…” I exclaim.

“Sorry..” she responds; "I just need you to undress, or disrobe right now!” she explains.

I pull my arms out of the blouse, right and left; before I place my blouse on the hanger, hanging it on the door outside the wardrobe.

With the blouse off, I slide my hands in under the upper rim of my skirt; slowly pushing it down, before I am stepping out of it and kick it up. I catch the skirt, placing it on its hanger; hanging it up on the door of the wardrobe, under the skirt.

“There, finally..” she exclaims; “I really need you to slip out of me, right now!” she concludes.

“Oh..” I respond; “are you okay?” I inquire, with a hint of worry on my voice.

It isn’t just that I don’t want to lose my wonderful suit, I am worried about her well-being. Well, why shouldn’t I be? I love her, her personality and the way she is so playful around me. Maybe she just is the perfect tease, for me.

As I stand, covered with only her rubbery skin; she slowly slides down my body, ending up as a puddle on the floor. I take a step back, and she is slithering further away; only to reform as a complete suit before me, before she takes up volume and stands before me.

She is looking, as if she had been my twin sister; only covered in what appears to be black latex, glossy as if I had been polishing it for her just a moment before.

She is turning towards me, facing me once more; only now her face is a light pinkish skin tone complexion, similar to my very own.

“Should I call you Sister, or Sis; now as you stand before me, like any other Girl?” I inquire.

As I am lifting up my right hand before me; I can see how my nails still remains, the way she changed them for me before I turn my hand around. First now seeing how the palm of my hand had been changed; the bright cerise touch pads standing out clearly, while the suction cup is a glossy Silicone white. Which does not stand out quite as much as the bright cerise touch pads do. Something I guess I am thankful for. I’m not sure; how I would react upon others seeing them, or how they would react upon seeing them.

“Looks good!” she merely points out, winking at me in approval.

“Thanks..” I respond; "but yes, I guess it actually does look good!” I conclude.

She nods, then looks down at my feet; indicating for me to look closer.

As I look down; I notice how she had managed to make minimal changes to my feet too, leaving my nails looking as if she had just polished them for me. Even though I guess the shape of my nails had changed a bit, as well.

“You have been exposed, for long enough; for these changes to take hold, at least for a short while!” she observes; “Though; if you were to wear me for longer times, I can give you more profound changes to your appearance!” she suggests.

“So long as I am enjoying what you are offering; I can’t complain, at any rate!” I concede.

“Pleasing you, is my highest ambition..” she points out; “Up and to the point, I have to change who and what I am!” she elaborates.

“From what I have seen; I don’t want you to change, I enjoy you the way you are!” I point out.

“You seem to enjoy wearing that Latex Suit, I turned into; in an effort to conceal myself, hiding myself from whomever was to be entering your Room!” she puts forth.

“Yes, I do; I always did enjoy the latex covering my skin!” I put forth; “Though I guess one could say, you managed to pick up the ideal disguise in my room!” I then add.

“The Latex Suit inspiring my choice contained, and contains the most of your Essence and Love; it was the natural choice, to turn into your Latex suit..” she concedes; “though the Plushie was at least a reliable second option!” she then points out.

“I may have hugged you to death, but it would have been a good option..” I agree, if not for the one thing; I was not expecting to get a new Plushie, as much as I would have loved it!” I respond.

“Wait, you were expecting to be given a new latex Suit?” she inquires; “How delightful!” she adds, with a sly wink.

“Yes..” I concede; “very delightful, indeed!” I agree.

“I will have to keep this in mind..” she puts forth; “if you don’t mind, that is!” she then suggests.

“The only problem, with getting a new suit; is that I will have to take you off, before I could wear it!” I concede.

“At least, in this case; I would not be the Jealous type!” she promises.

“Good to know..” I proclaim; “nice of you, to let me know before it is too late!” I then put forth.

“Honesty is Critical..” she points out; “in a relation, as close as ours has become!” she then continues.

“That sounds like a Promise, rather than a threat!” I ponder; “Yes, it is!” I then agree.

“It would appear, bonding with you; made me into a Queen and fertilized me, in the process!” she points out.

“Wait, what?” I exclaim, in surprise and chock.

“Exactly!” she puts forth.

“Oh…” I mouth, barely a whisper.

“You are a Fertile Female!” she declares.

“Well, yes!” I respond; “but..” I continue; “I am not old enough to consider such things!” I explain.

“I guess, you can have only one Queen in your Hive too!” she concedes.

“Curious way to put it..” I concede; “but I guess it does make sense, in a senseless kind of way!” I conclude.

Now she is moving over to my bed, sitting down on the top of the bed; swinging her feet over the side, soon laying down on the bed with her head on my pillow.

“I want to wear you!” I put forth; “But; if you need some time to yourself, I will respect that, too!” I declare.

“I want you to wear me, with all my heart..” she puts forth; “but I will require the time to myself, as you put it!” she now explains.

“Seeing to your needs, is a small price to pay!” I concede; “In the long run, I still have you to myself; nothing could compare to that, I can’t risk losing you for a short term issue!” I conclude.

“Could you join me, here on the bed?” she inquires; winking at me, as she is patting the bed on her right side.

“I could, if it is what you desire!” I respond, smiling at her.

“I think I would like that, very much!” she responds; as she makes more space, by her side.

“Caring for you; as either the Friend or the Suit, is a special joy to me!” I put forth; “Both your physical and more personal needs must be met..” I point out; “Neither Friendships, nor Suits last forever..” I suggest, but both last much longer, if the deliberate care is put into maintenance!” I explain

“In that case; I think I would enjoy a moment of close intimacy, and sharing massages and physical care with you, every once in a while!” she responds.

“Then, you want me to touch you?” I inquire; “Or, you want to touch me?” I continue, as I am moving closer to her, where she is lying on my bed.

“Uhm..” she starts; “Yes, yes, and yes!” she responds.

I slowly sit down on the side of the bed, our bed; extending my right hand towards her body, tentatively spreading my fingers a little bit, as I go.

“Yes, yes..” she responds, as she half by half mirror my move.

As I am looking closer, I can see her belly start to bulge; if this is a sign of a pregnancy she had suggested, or just a slight adjustment of her form. Yet, I find it exciting, and her form beautiful.

“Where had she picked up the clue, hint; letting on how I would find this special?” I ponder.

I just smile at her, as my lips part slightly in the process.

“Yes..” she puts forth; “feel free to place the palm of your hand on my belly!” she urges.

“I guess..” I respond; “I was hoping you would say something, to that effect!” I respond.

“Aah..” she responds; “oh, oh..” she continues; “You enjoy what you feel?” she finally inquires.

“Yes..” I respond; as the tips of my fingers touch the smooth, yet hot skin on her belly; “yes, yes..” I confirm; “the smooth surface of your latex skin, is so exhilarating!” I point out, barely able to contain myself.

I feel an electric tingling at the tip of each finger; as representation of the sensations she is imbuing the moment with, for me.

The skin on her belly is hard like rubber, with just the right amount of stiffness; while I can sense the warmth of her. She is warm to the touch, hot even. Almost like the blush she placed on my cheeks, just a bit more intense. Yet, I find it captivating.

I permit the tips of my fingers to touch the skin of her belly, slowly moving the hand; pressing the hand down just a little bit more, adding to the pressure as I feel her reacting to my touch.

“Ah.. ah..” she moans, as she is wriggling in order to lead the tips of my fingers to where she wanted them to go.

A moment later, I feel the tip of my middle finger slide down into her belly button. It may be just a little bit tight, contracting slightly more as the tip of my finger slides in; causing me to stop, leading the finger to slide in slightly further.

“Oh.. oh..” I respond, giggling at her silly antics; “but alas, I think I like this!” I suggest, with a hint of giggle to my voice.

“Yes, but of course you would..” she teases; “you’re such a delightful tease!” she continues.

With that, I press the advantage, slowly sliding the tip of the finger further in; pressing it down, as far as she permits me to go.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I press my hand onto her belly.

She snickers for a moment, as she is reaching for my belly with her right hand.

I do not stop her. Why? I like where she is going, with this; even if I could not have predicted, where she would be taking it.

A soft, gentle giggle is escaping my lips. I just look at her, looking up at her with a submissive expression on my face, as I am looking up to her in wonder.

Just imagine; I could actually have both the wonderful suit, and the special friend.

“May I?” I inquire, as I place my left hand onto her waist.

“But of course..” she responds; “her hands feel so soft on my skin!” she ponders; “This is my home!” she now points out.

“Since you said it..” I respond; “Yes!” I confirm.

“Only the Queen can be complete, and a Hive can only have one Queen!” she ponders; “Maybe I could still grant her the Plush Plushie she was mentioning..” she ponders; “right alongside a Swim Suit, a pair of Tights and a stylish Top!” she concludes.

“So many things I could give her, over time..” she ponders; “but I can only give her so much, right now!” she realizes.

“I will be her all, in order for her to secure the future for me and my new Hive!” she promises herself.

“I can feel it coming, growing inside me!” she muses, inwardly; “It shouldn’t take long, before I can be laying my first Egg!” she realizes.

I feel her warm belly bulging, just a little bit more; not realizing, exactly what it means. How could I? This is after all the first time I even see a Changeling. Only, she is so hot; I could barely hold my hands away from her. Could I? Yet, I would have to; soon enough, in any event

“Uh..” she moans; “oh.. oh.. oh..” she continues, as she is bending forwards.

“What is it?” I inquire, still looking at her.

“I just need to get up, from the bed; down on the floor, on all fours!” she explains.

“Oh..” I respond; “okay!” I confirm.

“Don’t worry..” she soothes; “this should not take long..” she continues; “Or, so I think!” she elaborates.

We tumble to the side of the bed, and I move apart from her; before she manages to slip off of the bed and stand up. From there, she walks over to my wardrobe; opening the door, before she goes down on all fours.

I watch her, for a moment; then she steps into my wardrobe. The one, where I have my nighttime wears and pajamas.

Incidentally, I think I have a vinyl sheet lying on the floor of the wardrobe; folded, in order to cover the floor. Why did I have it? Why had I placed it there? Right now, I have no idea. Still; it is there, now.

I can hear a series of wet squeaks, while she is hiding in my wardrobe. Not sure why she chose to hide in there; but I guess I could ask, if she did not explain it.

“There!” she exclaims, as she is stepping out of my wardrobe.

The next moment, she goes up onto her feet and walk over to me again.

Pass: Profoundly prophetic purple prose promptly proliferating profusely!