Jim has long wondered what it'd be like to be a woman...suppose that these suits really work, somehow? So it's off to one of the little rooms (very comfortable little dressing rooms with padded floors and benches and nice three-way mirrors and so on) with the Alanis Morrisette body-skin and head-skin and clothes. Jim strips and, feeling somewhat ashamed of his own kinkiness, slips into the body skin...slips into it is the operative phrase, because it goes on smoothly and almost sensually, as does the hollow Alanis head over his own head. The effect is grotesque, of Alanis splayed out over his larger body, until with hands gloved in what seems to be dead woman-skin somehow made soft and dry and elastic he seals up the body-suit and seals the head to that. The ensuing metamorphosis is swift and complete, and in several minutes Alanis Morrisette, or an astonishingly faithful duplicate of Alanis wearing Alanis' own expression on her new face, is looking at her new form in the mirror. A false Alanis personality masks Jim's, and the mask and body suit are apparently now real skin, with Jim's flesh apparently now just like that of the real Alanis. "Hi, I'm Alanis Morrisette!" the woman says aloud, and is oddly thrilled at her own female voice. She realizes that although she remembers having been Jim, she now has the memories and talents of the woman whose form she wears. There's plenty of Jim in her, so she feels herself up before putting on her clothes -- just jeans and blouse and low shoes, nothing fancy, with a bra and panties of no particular distinction. It certainly feels good to be Alanis Morrisette, or at least someone who appears to be a perfect copy of the woman.
Mon Feb 28 20:37:25 2000