Just one Lonely little Changeling: Exploration

by Kentavritsa

Exposure: 3

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“Oh!!” I exclaim, just as I am reaching the door.

“You like?” she inquires.

“Just, just..” I respond, as I stop short of opening the door; “did you just insert a plug?” I inquire.

“Yes..” she plainly responds; “and I could adjust its size or remove it, as you please!” she continues, explaining.

“Oh.. oh.. oh!” I moan; “That is so awesome!” I proclaim, just a bit out of breath.

“Then..” she responds; “I could fill you up?” she inquires, asking for confirmation.

“Slow..” I respond; “but be very careful; not to push too fast, or too far!” I breathe.

“Yes…” she merely responds, as I can feel the plug slowly slide further in, into me.

“If this is an internal plug, you can’t detect, without trying to pull my panties of..” I ponder, as I enjoy the slightly added pressure applies evenly across my panties.

“Oh, oh..” I sigh, as I feel pressure applied to my mound, as well.

“There..” she suggests; “all filled up!” she supplies; “Comfortable?” she inquires.

“Uhm, yes..” I respond; “quite comfortable; if I could say so, myself!” I confirm.

With that, I subconsciously slide my right hand in under my skirt; sliding the middle finger over my mound, feeling the slit sliding over the finger.

“Squishy!” I respond, as I feel my flesh eagerly accepting the caressing touch I am applying.

“Wet!!” she suggests, snickering; “Success!” she declares.

I slowly withdraw my hand, but the sensation persists and I find myself flushed in response.

Only the suit prevents my blush to show on my face, as my skin remains a light skin-tone complexion.

“I think it is time, to head to the Girls’ Room!” she is suggesting.

“Yes, I guess it is!” I respond, as I am extending my right hand; pulling the door open, before I am walking out of my room.

The light pitter-patter of bare feet is heard, as I walk over the floor. I slowly, carefully close the door to my room behind myself; before I continue to walk towards the door to the Girls’ Room, which is my Destination.

I feel fairly comfortable, yet find myself a bit nervous and shy. Are my steps louder, than they use to be? But no, none is turning their head towards me. Maybe I am just imagining things?

As I am reaching the door, I extend my hand towards the handle and open the door with practiced ease; stepping into the small and cramped room, before I am closing the door behind myself.

First now, I realize I had forgotten to flip the light on; frantically putting an effort into calming myself down. I feel my right arm move on its own, extending towards the Light switch; the next moment, the Room is light. I can see everything, just as I had been expecting.

Everything is where I had been expecting. Well, why not? If they had not been, where I had been expecting them to be, I would have a very real reason to be scared, right now. Wouldn’t I?

Even if I am not the only one to use this facility, everything still remains in place.

I take the final step towards the Toilet, turn around and sit down; only taking the time to slide my skirt down, before I am opening the toilet in order to use it. I always close it, after use.

As I sit down, relaxing; I feel the smooth plastic, cold under my rump. Well, what had I been expecting? At least, it is a very familiar feeling.

“Let’s have some fun!” she ponders.

“Oh.. oh!” I gasp, as I feel my anal plug slowly grow larger, slowly extending further inside.

As the Plug extends, it is opening up; I hear the noises, as I am relieving myself.

Now I feel the panties pressing over my mound, before I feel the pressure diminishing and hear the noise of the squirt.

“Aaaah…” I sigh, in content.

“I have you covered..” I hear her explaining; “no need to worry; I can handle this for you, you are still pristinely fresh!” she concludes.

“Ah, thanks!” I respond, as I am raising to my feet.

I turn around, flushing; before I am closing the toilet, turning to the basin. Now I turn the water on, washing my hands; knowing that if I did not, my mother would make a fuss and create a stink I don’t want to experience.

With my hands clean, I dry my hands of on my towel; before I start to focus on my make-up.

“You prefer to use the red lips-stick?” she inquires; “and the black mascara?” she continues.

“Pretty much…” I respond, quietly.

As I am ogling the reflection of my face, in the Mirror; I can see my Lips taking on a golden hue, glistering and glittering in the light in the small room.

“Whoa…!” I gasp in surprise.

Then I notice, how my cheeks are taking on a more subdued golden hue. Just like a Blush or Rouge, but Gold in place of the traditional red hue. Surprisingly enough, I find the choice bold as it may be; fitting me quite nicely, if I could say so myself.

“Eye-Lashes are black!” she states, firmly; “Long, glossy and curved up is the only way!” she then concludes.

“Yes..” I respond; “but, of course!” I agree, wholeheartedly.

“Good thing, none is hearing us; I would never hear the End of it, and I doubt I could live it down in a Million years!” I ponder.

“We would not want that…” she suggests, with a quiet snicker.

“What we do want, is just a hint of glorious Gold to your Eyes!” she suggests.

“I had never even considered Golden Eye Shadow; but the fact that I had never seen it in the store, just may have played into that!” I realize.

“Why should we let that get in the way?” she proposes.

“Yes, exactly!” I respond; “Why, indeed!” I conclude.

“Since your business here is done, it is time to step out…” she puts forth.

With that, I turn to the door, opening it; before I am stepping out of the small room, only switching the light out before I leave the room and close the door behind myself.

“Guess it is time for breakfast!” I ponder.

I lift up my right hand, pinching my lower lip; only to feel the smooth surface, aside from the highly elastic rubbery skin covering my face.

The mirror had told me everything I did need to know; my face is fine, and my Make-Up is perfect for me.

With the subdued noises of the Pitter-Patter of my soft feet; I walk over to the stairs, before I continue down the flight of stairs to the ground floor.

“Good Morning, Sunshine!” Mum exclaims, as she spot me as I had just walked down the flight of Stairs; “Breakfast is served!” she points out.

“Thank you!” I exclaim, as I continue towards the breakfast table.

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