He was always facinated by her beauty. Her allure, the controll that her race held over man. He glanced at her blemish free skin,her golden Hair and her ample bosom. He couldnīt help himself he had to know what it was like to be her.
Slowly he slipped the suit on first her legs slowly working his way upwards. The suit hanging very loosely from his shoulders. No wonder for she was very tall for a woman.
Trembling with anticipation he slipped the mask over his face.
A sudden sharp intake of breath comes from his mouth, or is it her mouth while his body was molding itself into the new form. Looking down he couldnīt believe it he really had become her.
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