Coming Out With It

 

Artwork - Sune

Poking the pudge of their cheeks, then twirling their chin-length side bangs, Mason was nervous, and more importantly, unsatisfied with the job they had done over these past few months. Staring back at them through the mirror was not the fully realized, pretty-boy image they had sought. Sure, they had worked out, leaned out a bit, grew out their hair, and even snuck in some product use to clean up their complexion; If these were the results though, why bother? This was all to catch the attention of his best friend Willis, but judging by the lack of comments towards the obvious change in his looks, the attempt had failed.

“There is no way that buttmunch hasn’t noticed,” Mason timidly grumbled as he kept trying new angles for which to look at his face. “M-Maybe if I wore a dress…”

Mason tipped his head to the ground, eliminating the thought. While prettying himself up was a step he was willing to take, wearing anything overtly girly was a step too far. He very much preferred the look of his plain Ts and sweater jackets. Besides, he never got the impression dresses were a deal-breaker for Willis when it came to attraction. Even his own tastes hardly gravitated towards the dolled up looks, leaning far more towards tomboys whenever he’d indulge. It felt as if he was trying to pass as one himself at this point.

Maybe it would’ve been better to have been born a girl. Mason thought. It had never crossed his mind until this past year of longing for his friend, but it had grown more prevalent as of late. He had no way of knowing if Willis was into guys in any capacity, never having even asked—only hoping. He neglected to ask many things or talk about his troubles. Willis was completely in the dark and Mason simply lacked the courage to speak up, too scared of how things might change between them.

Tonight was the night though, the night Mason would confess his feelings to Willis. So was the plan anyways, as he tried to steel himself for his friends return. Willis had traveled out to pick up their signature Saturday night hangout dish, a mega-sized pepperoni pizza. A night of gaming and watching goofy online videos awaited—it was the perfect setting. When he’d return, a brand new Mason would be waiting, not just of mind, but of ideal body too was the hope. What he had purchased the other week was either going to amount to nothing but a placebo effect, or the real deal.

Mason lifted up an odd-looking mask, feeling the features at the front as his heart began beating faster. It was featureless aside from the faintest of shapes where the eyes, nose, and mouth should be. It had the feeling of authentic flesh, which probably explained the price tag. The advertisement said it would mold itself into the ideal form of those who wore it. The website he had bought it from looked a bit shady, but he was desperate to try anything. Whatever his ideal self was, he figured that was his only chance at Willis. If his friend didn’t love the ideal him, then he’d give up for good. He wasn’t even sure if he’d love his ideal self.

Gripping the mask firmly, he flipped it around and stared into the backside of it, ready to dive into its shapeless visage. The last year had been nothing but confusion for him, about his sexuality, his gender, his self-worth. He had to overcome this, to discover his true self!

With a tear flowing down his cheek, Mason slipped the mask onto his face. Whether it ended in love or not, all he wanted, all he wished for, was for Willis to accept the real him.

Damnit… Who am I?

Mason felt the pocket of the mask suction onto his face, expecting nothing to happen. Yet to his surprise, something did, the mask flattening more to his contours and moving as if it were alive. It clung so tightly that it initially felt like the air was being sucked out of him, his breathing hastening as he scratched and clawed to rip it off. But it wouldn’t give, his fingers sinking into the now fleshy, viscous surface. It was melting right through his fingers and spreading far beyond the initial coverage, wrapping around his head and traveling down his neck. It was cold to the touch, but its lubricated movements sent warm chills down his spine.

He stumbled about the room, knocking trinkets off counters along the way as he tried to feel for any object that could assist in the mask’s removal. He quickly lost his bearings however, as the gunk that the mask had become began to do far worse than simply consume more of his body—at this point down past his shoulders. Now it began to dig into his flesh. It felt electrifying as it happened, sparks of tingling energy rocking him to his core as the wet, living flesh dug under the surface of his body and settled into place beneath the surface, peeling away everything above it to form a new skin. The shaved off flesh was then dissolved away by the acidic landscape.

It should have been painful, but it was pleasurable, extremely so! Willis was backed against a wall at the mercy of it, feeling his body twitch and squirm to the touch of the slimy coating. He could tell that it hadn’t wrapped around his hair, nor traveled over his clothes. It stuck purely to his flesh alone, moving with purpose around everything else. It was at his waist now and in the process of taking his hips. There was no stopping it, his fearful mind assuming the worst. Was it an alien consuming him or some weird since experiment he was made the guinea pig of? So many questions spilled into his mind, but soon they began to fall towards more arousing thoughts as the slime reached his balls, a pulsing warmth following in its wake.

J-Just relax… It’s me. A shy sounding, clearly female voice whispered within Mason’s mind.

The voice felt familiar to him, yet he knew he had never heard it before.

Who are you? He responded back within his thoughts. C-Can you stop this!?

Mason’s dick pitched a tent in his tan, denim shorts as the slime consumed it, feeling like encouraging hands sliding up and down the shaft. As this happened, for a split second, the image of a woman flashed in his head. He couldn’t fully make it out, but he swore she had a hairstyle the same as his, a simple, somewhat boyish cut—chin high in most spots—with long bangs that fell to just above the eyes.

But I don’t want this to stop! The female voice cried out concerned. I want to be seen. I… want to be seen by Willis.

Mason was now moaning under the fleshy veil covering his face as he felt the slime begin to invade his ass crack, covering his modest butt as it made its way down his thighs.

I don’t understand! Who are you? Mason asked again, his mind racing as he felt something pushing to the forefront of his mind like a great truth.

Huh? Um… the female voice replied, sounding genuinely confused by the insistent questioning. Then it came.

I’m you.

Mason shrieked in agonizing bliss as he felt all the warmth in his body burst, the image of the woman returning to his mind crystal clear. She was a spitting image of himself, except in female form. Same dark brown hair, same amber eyes, same tan shorts, black T-shirt, and vanilla sweater jacket a size too small. His body reacted to this revelation with overwhelming excitement, cum jettisoning out his cock in rapid bursts that filled the end of the fleshy material at the head of his cock like a condom. A sagging, bubble of cum swung about as Mason stumbled towards his bed, the slime consuming the rest of his body near the feet. As the gunk began to fuse properly with his lower body, it pushed his spunk down his legs and out at his feet, making sure not to leave any of it behind for when it became his new flesh.

As the living skin nibbled at each and every toe, Mason tensed, until he finally collapsed onto his backside on the bed. The bottoms of his feet were consumed, leaving him completely encased within a wet cocoon. He should have been terrified, and yet a sense of calm was washing over him, his arousal not ceasing. Clearly his body felt something was right about this, but his mind was still struggling with that of another.

That can’t be true. I’m a man. Mason declared into the silence.

The form fitting slime sprung to life, rubbing against his sensitized musculature. It compressed and contorted them into new shapes, arousing him further with every change.

No, I’m a girl idiot! I always have been… I just… the female voice responded.

The flesh suit pressed tightly against Mason, his confused, joyful grunts rising in pitch as it snapped his frame, extra flab and muscle all worn away as he was squished down into a more slender reformation.

I was too much of dumbass to admit it before. The voice continued. I was so confused, I… I buried myself.

Mason’s body was laid limp on the bed, letting the slime do its work. All fight had left him as his arms deflated, his thighs doing the opposite as cushioned fat built up around the muscle. They thickened to such a degree that they began to sandwich his pulsing, hard cock.

No that’s not true! he denied, trying to drown out the voice that rose from the silence each time like a train making its way towards him through a tunnel.

All those times I looked at tomboys. Deep down, I always wished I could be like them. The female voice said.

The flesh suit knew exactly where to rub and tweak to make his body erupt in euphoria. His gut happily pushed in and the sides of his waist curved inward under the will of the flesh. The material writhed about like fingers sent to cultivate and reshape mass.

Shut up! Mason cried back into the void.

It started with me manicuring my nails, the female voice continued, talking over Mason’s cries, picking at memories as evidence to their truth. Then I wore my sister’s clothes that one time. Hell, it wasn’t to my tastes, but it should have been a sign. All the little things I did to look pretty, like growing out my hair.

Shut up! he yelled again.

It all was to fit that ideal I longed for, girl Mason continued. Her voice grew more confident in its tone the more she spoke, the nerves being cast over by brightness. But I was too scared shitless. No more though, I want to be seen! To be the real me!

It’s not true! Mason insisted. Years of self doubt and recent self hatred were trying to hold it back, trying to hold her back.

The slimy flesh helped him along, poking and prodding, pushing and spanking, his bulge compressed tightly as his hips trembled.

This isn’t me!

He then reached his limit as he felt both hips burst apart and his ass become swollen, his dick letting loose through a new opening in the tip. The holes that were his mouth, ears, nose, and such were all starting to reform from the gunky landscape as well.

I d-don’t deserve—!

The flesh popped open around his mouth, revealing plumper, soft lips, as his throat was compressed and adam’s apple flattened, the pitch of his voice climbing into the tone of the girl Mason within.

“To be a womaaaaahn~!” Mason shrieked, her voice finally free along with her mind. She had finally broken through the shell of her former self thanks to the power of the mask. It was sweet, heavenly release, everything feeling right in the moment. Thick, celebratory wads of cum fired into her boxers, soaking them while she clutched the bedsheets. It continued to spill with no end in sight, her body lost in the pleasure of its great coming out.

“Y-Yes! I’m a girl!”

The flesh around her eyes dissipated and her amber eyes were exposed to the light of the world again, but now as the eyes of her true soul—long lashes fluttering above the cuter, almond hoods encasing her pupils. Following came thinner pinchable cheeks and a small, button nose. Slowly but surely the full, adorable face of a cute tomboy lady emerged from the gooey mass starting to settle.

Marci—the name coming to her in the moment—begged for more, knowing she was not yet complete. Her dick was in firm agreement, refusing to cease its expulsion of male seed until every last drop was spilled. She didn’t need it, she never needed it. All of it had been a curse, the raging testosterone a cage.

Her body was coming along beautifully. Her swollen ass filled out her shorts, constricting the denim around her genitals in the process. Her dick and balls felt like they were being crushed, but she welcomed it, begging for them to be consumed by her burgeoning female form. The sudden tightness complied, forcing her testicles inside with two lubricated pops. The outline of her dick gave another release before starting to recede as well, every inch slowly being dragged down by the living flesh towards a growing gap between her thighs.

Marci continued to moan for it to be taken as she clutched at the bed sheets with her delicate, beautiful hands and curled her dainty toes in anticipation. Her arms, legs, head and much of her torso had fully formed, only her chest and hip region left within the groping flesh. The complexion of her new skin was soft and refined, with not a blemish to be found. She felt blessed as she looked up at the hazy light of her bedroom, flushed, tears of bliss welling in her eyes as she could feel a space hollowing out inside her.

Through the flurry of moans Marci yelled out, “Thank you! Oh fuck, thank yooou!”

The alien pleasure magnified in response, causing Marci to heave her chest. Each breath from her was accented with a hoarse whimper as she felt the invisible fingers of the remaining slime squeeze and pull out her nipples. Soft, squishy fat began to expand behind them. More and more accumulated until full mounds of flesh filled the wiggle room of the skin suit, straining it outward as they desired even more. Her growing pair stretched at her black T-shirt, lines in the cloth forming as more space was devoured. They seemed insatiable, the years of repressed femininity thirsting to display as proudly as they could.

Onwards the breasts grew, reaching damn near the size of medicine balls upon her chest as she held them up beneath her shirt. Each cup size had been another plateau of pleasure for the dick sinking between her legs. The last of her masculinity dripped out her shrunken cock as the remnants of the skin suit ushered her into womanhood, her chest bursting full as hot fluids leaked down her kicking legs while she experienced her first female orgasm tear through her. There was nothing left of the slime from the mask, it was all her, and as she groped her tits she relished in it to the fullest.

Marci rested in the wake of her release for a few minutes, her body sweating profusely from the ordeal as well as her still lingering libido. She was so happy, so sure of herself now, despite there still being nerves over what would come. Personality wise, she didn’t feel much of a difference from the boy she once was, and yet, everything had changed for her. She felt right in her skin, repressed ways in which to express herself opening up within her mind. She was a woman through and through, a tomboy who loved her—

“Willis…” she whimpered, sending a hand into her boxers and into her wet folds. She’d have to explain everything to him, the man she loved. All she truly hoped for though was acceptance. That would be enough.

“Oh Willis~.” Marci moaned as she began to finger away. Sending her other hand up to her massive chest. There was no fighting off these urges, she may as well get them out of her system before Willis arrived.

Massaging one of her tits, Marci said, “Fuck these are huge. I hope Willis… likes them.”

She drowned in her fantasies, body cutely bucking with each erotic eep. At least for this moment, she was truly free.

***

Hours later, late into the night, Marci and Willis sat awkwardly in the living room, Willis still trying to process what had happened and what he had been told. It had been a long, tough conversation, and he seemed a bit aggravated despite having calmed down moments ago.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Willis asked, some frustration in his voice.

“What? I-It isn’t like you would… Ugh. forget it...” Marci replied, frustrated as well, but her voice falling quiet as she sulked. She turned her head away from him.

Willis yelled as he turned Marci back towards himself, a fiery look in his eyes. “You were hurting all this time, and you just assume I would’ve abandoned you!?”

Marci’s nerves were rattled as she realized what she had implied.

“We are friends, no matter what Ma—Marci!” Willis insisted, his voice then starting to calm again as he settled down. “I would’ve understood fully if you had come out and just said it dummy.

“Yeah, I’m a dumbass.” Marci shyly whimpered, a few tears of joy in her eyes.

Willis looked concerned, wondering if he had been too intense, but then was blindsided by a hug from Marci.

“Thank you!” she happily chirped, her words starting to stutter. “Th-Thank you for accepting me.”

Willis let her cling to him for a few moments as she tried to hold back tears. He sent his own arms around her, holding her until she decided to push herself off of him, the smile he was usually accustomed to from his friend plastered on her face.

“Ah... uh, a-anyways. Enough of that sob fest!” Marci said, snapping herself out of her funk best she could. She gave a friendly punch to the arm of Willis causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s get this Saturday night started.”

Willis gave a friendly punch back to Marci on the arm and then said, “Roger that ya prick.”

The two friends laughed, the tension finally passing as things seemed to settle into normalcy.

“You know, you really shouldn’t hit a woman.” Marci teased.

“Hey, I ain’t treating you any different.” Willis replied, bringing a timid smile to Marci’s face, who tried to hide it.

“Well, I’ll take first dibs on the pizza then.” Willis taunted as he walked off to the kitchen. It snapped Marci too attention and she quickly scurried over to make sure he didn’t claim the biggest slice.

It was as if things hadn't changed at all and Marci could hardly believe it was playing out as such. She knew there would be a lot of hurdles moving forward, and she wasn’t sure how she’d tackle the changes that would come to her life now as a woman. However, she wasn’t alone and she had the full support of her wonderful friend.

As the two reached for the first slice of pizza they touched, Marci’s hand clasping onto Willis’. Marci looked up and stared into his eyes, then looked away in embarrassment. She apologized as Willis gently let go of her hand, lovingly tracing it along the way while giving a slight chuckle before the two resumed with their usual banter.

Who knew what the future held, but it was a future Marci could finally face as herself.