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               Starlight's Conversion Bureau               
                       -by Ponyess-                        
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                     In the Process: 1                     
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In the Process: 1
I had been signed up for the process of conversion. Whether I like it, or not; makes no difference, I am required to accept this in order to enjoy my life as I see fit. Not everyone does agree, but in the end; you will still realize, that it was for the better.
Once I had come to the realization, I had accepted the situation. I had reported at the lobby of the spa. Now I had just walked down the flight of stairs; to the intimate, private part of the spa where the conversions are performed.
“Greetings, Miss Squish!” Aloe exclaims, as she steps into the waiting room.
“Hello, Aloe!” I merely respond; raising to my feet, as she enters the room.
“I am Aloe!” she presents herself; “Right this way, to the massage room!” she continues.
“Okay!” I respond; “But, why did you not explain this, earlier?” I inquire.
“Massage, sounds nice; this is a spa, after all!” I ponder, as I follow her through the door and into the long hall.
As expected, the hall is lined with doors on the right and left.
I notice, how she is extending her fight hand; pressing the palm of the hand on the plaque, spreading her fingers in order to open the door for the both of us. The plaque itself is just a black surface, glistering in the light. It is coated with a semi liquid latex rubber. This system securely identifies Aloe, as the operator of the room behind the door.
Once the pink door with cyan borders slide up to the right and left, she enters the room.
“Right this way, please!” she invites me.
I step into the room, and she retracts her hand; before she enters the room and closes the door behind me. While I did not notice it, but she closes the door in the same manner as she had opened it. Only now she is pressing her fingers together, instead of spreading them.
Naturally, this room is decorated in her colours; as opposed to the rooms on the other side of the hall, where it is Lotus’ colours on the wall.
There is a gurney, in the middle of the open room. On the right side, I can clearly see a line of doors, hiding various items and tools of her trade. Massage oils, naturally, and whatever other items she may need to perform her art. On the frame of the gurney, I can see the reflections in the clear, squishy rubber cushion. It is glossy, glistering; even in the sparse and intimate light of the room.
In place of lit candles, I can see clear orbs glowing on delicate, and highly ornate silver torch holders. The orbs comes in a variety of hues, from the light hue, all the way up to the warm yellow. Lights are dancing and intermingles freely in the room.
“I need you to dissrobe, since my massage requires your skin to be entirely bare! I hope this will not bother you, Miss!” she explains; “This is required, by the regulations; and I am truly sorry, if this is bothering you in the least!” she continues.
“Oh, okay; of course, and not at all!” I respond, giggling nervously; uncertain as to the exact intent of what is before me.
“The first wardrobe, by the door!” she now points out.
“Ah, thank you, Aloe!” I respond; as I open the door, to my wardrobe.
Inside the wardrobe, I find two entirely separate compartments; one intended for me to store my clothes, and the other storing the garments I am intended to wear, for the duration of my stay here. Just as I had been told, I do not wear more than my dignity requires. Outside, it is warm; I do not need any winter wears, or extensive clothing.
I imagine her, looking the other way, while she is waiting for me to disrobe; not that it would make any real difference, since she will see and touch every inch of my body in just a moment. She is a spa Pony, comfortable and highly capable in her craft as a masseuse. Nothing to worry about, she will not stumble or fumble around while ogling or staring at me. At least, I do have this much to be grateful for. Don’t I? I am looking forwards to the massage, naturally; it is a treat, to enjoy her fingers over my body.
I pull my top off of me, over my head; hanging it on the first hanger, placing the used hanger back in the wardrobe.
Now I slip my skirt down and pick it up; hanging it onto the next hanger, slipping the hanger in beside the first one. This is easy, almost too easy.
I pull my shoes of, right and left; placing them on the floor of the wardrobe. Now I continue, pulling my socks off of my feet, right and left; slipping them into the shoes, right and left.
With that, I continue to my brassiere and pull it off of my chest; before I hang it onto the next hanger, slipping the hanger in after the second one with my skirt on it.
Now I slop the panties down, stepping right out of them; before I kick them up and catch them, slipping them in under the skirt on the second hanger in the wardrobe.
“Nude, finally!” I ponder.
“Okay, I have disrobed!” I declare.
“Good, I have just warmed up your massage oil!” Aloe explains; as she is turning towards me on the other side of the bed, as she had just finished heating the clear gel intended for my massage.
“Perfect!” I respond, as I turn towards the bed and take a step towards her.
Naturally, the gel had reached 37 degrees; or 100 Fahrenheit, just as I had finished undressing. If it is just convenient; or if it is practice on her part? Either way, it is still warming my heart.

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                      In Starlight: 3                      
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In Starlight: 3
”Time for bed, but first!” Aloe exclaims.
“Yes?” I inquire.
“Look into your wardrobe, please!” she points out.
“Oh? Okay!” I respond,. as I am stepping over to my wardrobe.
“Open the door, and see what is inside!” she coos.
Of course, there will be no lingerie, or a pretty gown.
As I finally do reach the door and opens the wardrobe, there is but a single suit inside. It looks like a full, one-piece bathing suit, but with full-length sleeves. Not only that, the suit will cover my hands and fingers as well.
“Blue!” I exclaim; “Electric, metallic blue rubber; almost like the suit I am already wearing, but without covering my legs?” I ponder.
“Because you are my Super-girl! But you don’t need the icon on your chest to know this!” she explains.
“Oh! How thoughtful!” I merely respond, as I extract the addition to my suit from within the wardrobe.
The suit will cover all my added tubes and accessories. Not the tube in my mouth, since that is not going to be covered by this suit either.
On second thought, the cleavage is quite an interesting detail I had never been expecting out of Aloe in the first place. It is just a hint, of what is to come; what I will spending hours and days on.
I am holding the suit before me, turn towards her and step right into the suit; right and left, before I slip my hands into the suit. Once I raise my hands up, towards the ceiling, the suit slips into place.
“Here is your oral tube, please insert it now!” she offers me.
I accept the tube, without a thought; slipping the clear rubber into my mouth between my slightly parted lips.
As the tube slip into my mouth, I feel my lips contract. The tube plops and I feel the distinct pinch, before the rubber spreads over my lips and into my mouth; then the rubber is coating my tongue and flows down my throat.
“I am mute again mute!” I realize.
While I am inserting the tube; she is producing the anal and vaginal tubes for me; inserting them one at the time, giving me ample time to explore the sensations induced by her action.
“I guess I will not be able to slip out of this suit, either; now since she inserted these tubes!” I realize.
I lift my hands up to my chest, cupping my breasts in order to explore how it will feel. The breasts are perfect orbs, and B-cups. The surface is smooth and somewhat stiff, while I feel the soft and highly elastic flesh under the suit.
I play around with my breasts, for a moment; before I lift up my right hand before my eyes, examining what I am presented with. Under the rubber, I see the contours of my hands; inch long, semi square nails starting just after the final joint.
I hope they will not be distracting you too much; and that you are satisfied with them, but now is time for bed!” she points out.
“Oh!" ponder; nodding my head, as I turn my attention towards the sleeping place upon the gurney.
“I hope you do not need help!” she continues, pointing at the bed.
“Of course not!” I ponder, as I pull my hands off of my chest and place them onto the top of the gurney.
“She does not have to tell me twice!” I ponder, pushing myself up and laying down comfortably on the top of the gurney.
Once I lie down, as she had expected me o; she once more cover my entire body with the very same clear rubber sheet. I am once more held firmly in place. Just a moment after my head touch the pillow I am closing my eyes and falls asleep.
As I wake up, I open my eyes to see a new, bright day. I am fully rested; yet, I am still immobile under the quilt and mute.
“Rise, and shine; rise, and shine!” she exclaims, as she had stepped up to the bed.
Naturally, I had not seen her entering the room, considering that I can’t quite see the door from my current position.
She is removing the quilt from the gurney, thus freeing me from its grip. I slowly sit up, then turn my head towards her and look at her with a smile on my face.
“Stand up by the bed, facing your wardrobe!” she instructs me, and I comply.
As I am looking away from here; I feel a two inch wide and four inch long plug slipping into my anal cavity. Once it plops, I feel the distinct pinch; knowing I can not pull it out, by myself.
“Go to your wardrobe, and open the door!” she instructs me, and I comply.
I do not need to hesitate, but I do not need to fret either.
“Put on the gloves, please!” she offers.
I extract the full-length, clear rubber glove and slip my right hand in. I feel the material contract tightly, but eagerly swallowing the hand as I am pulling the sleeve all the way up to the shoulder. Once I had ascertained myself that it is on, with a few tentative tugs; I extract the second glove, repeating the process. While I am at it, I am flexing my fingers for a moment, just for good measure, to get a feel for the garments.
“Put on the stockings, please!” she offers.
I extract the full-length, clear rubber toe stocking; lift my right foot and slip it right into the stocking. I pull the foot all the way down and put my foot down onto the floor once again. After giving the stocking a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain myself that it is sitting on just right; I extract the other stocking and repeat the process. <o flex my feet and toes, just for good measure and the fun of it.
I realize, just how tight and elastic these seriously stiff rubber garments are.
“Maybe this was a bit too strict, severe for me; but who am I to say, when I am not the expert on these things?” I ponder.
“Take one step backwards and place your arms on your back, gripping your elbows in a firm grip!” she is instructing me.
“Okay!” I ponder, as I am complying.
As I hold my elbows in a firm grip, behind my back; I feel two pairs of hands applying a clear gel onto my arms. The hands start between my hands and continue up towards my shoulders.
While she is applying the clear gel, I feel it is tightening up around my arms.
“If you wonder, this is Bondage Gel, Type one!” she explains.
“Bondage gel? Type one?” I ponder, clearly not experienced or knowledgeable enough to make heads or tails out of what she had just explained to me.
“Bondage, as in restriction of movement?” I ponder.
“Let go of your elbows, then pull your arms apart; gently, please!” she is instructing me.
“What is she driving at?” I ponder; soon realizing that I can’t even let go of my elbows, let alone pulling my arms apart.
While the gel is still just a highly viscous, and highly elastic liquid; it is still contracting moderately around my arms and maintaining perfect coherence. While it is stretching, as much as I may try; yet it is not parting, or letting go of my arms for as long as I wear these gloves.
“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims, excitedly.
The hands return, applying a new coat of gel over my arms; in the same manner and style, as before. Only this time, it is type two; contracting further, while being stiffer and even more elastic than the previous one.
“I bet, you can’t let go of your elbows now; let alone pull your arms apart?” she is challenging me.
I make the attempt, putting more effort into it than before; yet the result is the same, as the previous attempt. Utter, and complete failure.
Of course, she had her assistants to apply the third type, or layer of the bondage gel too. Only this time she did not bother issuing the challenge or commanding me to let go of my elbows. I had clearly demonstrated the futility of that attempt.
“For your enjoyment; this is the Industrial grade Bondage gel!” she declares, before the fourth layer is applied.
“Oh, and this is Surgical Grade!” she informs me, before the fifth and final layer is applied.
With that, I can clearly feel the tightness of the gel around my arms; from the shoulders and all the way down to the tips of my fingers. To me, it feels as if I had been wearing far too tight gloves; rather than merely being coated with a clear gel.
The surgical gel is so tight, I can no longer feel the grip around my wrists.
While I can no longer feel hands holding my arms; but I can certainly feel the touch of the tip of a lubricated plug. The tip is initially just poking the crack between the orbs of my rump; before it is pushing onto the orifice, then slowly making its way in. I feel the three inch wide plug slid in and a distinct pinch as it is plopping. I could not have extracted it, even if my hands had been free and I could actually see what I am doing.
As the glistering, black rubber plug is riveting itself into place; I feel how I am warming up to my situation, as I find myself enjoying to have my arms in bondage behind my back.
“Right this way, and I will help you mounting the gurney!” she offers me.
I comply, knowing she will help me. I feel her hands on my waist, as she helps me slide up on the top of the cushion. Naturally, my belly is on the cushion and my back is facing the ceiling.
“One final item!” she points out.
The assistants are helping me bend my knees and press the souls of my feet firmly onto my rump. I feel the gel spreading out from my knees, and up and down both my legs. This is Type one gel.
A second and third layer is applied, before the Industrial grade and the Surgical grade is applied. The effect is the same; I feel as if a tight rubber sleeve had been pulled up from my knees and all the way up to my rump. I can no longer move either of my legs.
“I certainly could get used to this!” I realize; “This is really nice and comfortable!” I ponder.
The two assistants turn me around, so I find myself on my back.
“That is more like it, but now is the time you have been awaiting!” she points out.
I feel a clear rubber plug slip into my mound and the remaining rubber cupping my mound.
“Get a load of this; but do not expect to climax any time soon!” she points out, as the plug activates by the touch of her right hand.
There is a tingling sensation, from the electric current building up. The next instant, I feel the first electro shock hitting me and a vibration spreading throughout the plug, from the tip and all the way up.
“Oh, oh!” I realize; “That feels good!” I continue.
Just as the vibration builds up; I feel the electro shocks grow stronger and more intense, while coming faster and with less respite between. A few minutes later, I do feel the first stumbling, tentative orgasm. Followed by another and another. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster.
After an hour I have peaked, but as she had suggested; there is no climax in sight and she is no longer in the room. The door is tightly shut behind her and I am lying pron on my back on the top of the cushion of the gurney.
I feel, and hear my hear pounding hard and fast, while I am breathing pretty hard too. I could get used to my arms in bondage on my back, to the point where I am no longer even aware of my arms.
I feel a rush, with each orgasm. I am captivated, and distracted. This is indeed incredible.

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                    A Masseuse' Gift: 2                    
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A Masseuse' Gift: 2
”If you would please accept your place on the top of the gurney, so I can offer you the massage!” Aloe offers.
I step over from the wardrobe, and most of the way to the gurney. As I reach the side of the bed, I place the palm of my right hand on the top of the bed.
“Of course, thank you; this will be enjoying this treat, for all it is worth!” I add.
“Just jump up, and lie on your belly and I will commence!” she adds.
On her command, I place the palm of my left hand onto the top of the gurney and push myself up. Soon, I find myself, lying on the bed and turning my back up towards the ceiling.
“The cushion is squishy, delightful!” I realize; as I make myself comfortable, anticipating the treat I am about to be given.
Of course, there is no backing out now; no excuse and no last minute escape. She is going to massage me, from top to bottom.
I lie face down, on the gurney, with just enough of a gap to permit me to breathe; then the tips of her fingers reaches the back of my neck. Wet, slippery and warm. First now, I realize how beautiful she is. Her slender hands, caressing me. Although she does have inch long, semi square nails; aiding her in the pursuit of catching that one moment, for me.
Her fingers, forming diminutive circles along the hairline, down the spine. All the way down to my tail. She doubles back, just outside of where she had just caressed my spine, spreading what I take for massage oil and making my skin slippery. Little do I know; the oil is a gel my skin is slowly absorbing, preparing my flesh to absorb the lubrication glued into the suit.
Inch by inch, she is caressing the skin of my back; spreading the clear gel, working it in as she goes. While her nails may look good, but now they are aiding her in her work, as she works the gel in.
She needs to double back several times, just to cover my back; but eventually, she does cover the ground.
While the gel initially did feel cool, it is still warming up; spreading a special heat and making me relax in the process. I feel my muscles relax gradually, as the gel is saturating my skin.
Once she covered my back, she continues at my right shoulder, working her way down the arm; all the way down, to my elbow before she is once more doubling back. She continues down the arm from my elbow, all the way down to my wrist. I feel her working the back of my hand, then the palm and finger by finger; from the thumb and all the way to the pinkie finger. Naturally, she is repeating the process; working her way down the left arm. All the way down, to the very tip of my pinkie finger.
She may have walked around the gurney, when she paused between working my right and left arm, but she never did stop. Now she had walked around me, ending up on the right side and starts down my right leg. She works her way down the thigh, doubling back at the knee. I feel the tips of her fingers; coated in the clear gel, as she is continuing down from the knee to the heel.
She is taking care of the soul of the foot, then the sides and the top of the foot. Finally, she is taking the toes, from the biggest to the smallest. Only stopping, in order to walk around the gurney, starting over on the left side and repeating the process with my left leg.
In surprise, I realize how she is giving extra care to my rump. She works her way down into the crack and all the way inside. I had actually managed to hold back the gasp.
Shouldn’t I have been worried, about how the relaxing effect will affect me; once she had given me the full benefit of the massage, when I am climbing down from the gurney? I did not, I do not; and I am not about to worry about this later. Still, maybe I should have? Worry is a reflex, taking over when you experience certain things.
I notice her, stepping back; waiting for something, as I am turned around by the cushion.
It is odd, being turned around by the cushion; when I do not need to do anything, in the process. Though, this is keeping me focused and relaxed, never breaking the spell she had been working so hard on.
Once I lie on my back, she steps back; renewing the effort, caressing me.
She is standing on my right side, by my head. I feel her caressing my face, from the hair-line. She gradually works her way down. She follows the side of my face. I feel her fingers teasing my cheeks and chin, before she continues over my lips around my eyes and finally my nose.
Once she had finished my face, she continued down my throat, only to double back in order to cover my entire throat.
Now she continues down my chest, between my breasts and all the way up to the edge of the mound. She doubles back, only to circle up onto my breasts. I feel her teasing my nipples, before she continues caressing my chest in diminutive circles, doubling back; up and down, up and down.
She continues down my thigh, only to double back at the knee. Continues down the leg, from the knee to the foot.
Once she has finished my legs, right and left, she continues up to the top of my mound and works her way down. Just as before, she is slipping into the orchid and takes her time to tease the petals of my orchid.
“Close your eye; relax!” she instructs me.
I feel the clear gel over my lips, but do sense no scent and sense no taste of the gel.
“Just lie still, relax and enjoy the moment; while I prepare the suit in which you are spending the night!” she suggests.
Only the suit had already been prepared before I had even arrived. The inside had been coated with the absolute and permanent gel glue. The specific gel lubricant had been chosen for me and been applied to the inside of my suit. Naturally, this suit is going to be very tight, but otherwise a perfect fit for me.
“Open your eyes!” she coos.
“Oh!” I merely respond, quietly.
I open my eyes, slowly and carefully. Not that the light in the room is bright in the least, but even my eye-lids are comfortably relaxed.
“Sit up, please; slowly!” she continues, and I follow the instruction, if only with some delay and not exactly very fast.
“Your suit, please; put it on!” she explains, as she is holding up the bubble-gum pink full body, rubber suit before me.
I slide down, from the bed; somewhat shakily, before I can accept the offered suit.
The material is slippery and smooth; light and actually a bit warmer than the coolness I had been expecting.
She had pulled the zipper all the way down to the tail, for me.
I slip my right foot into the suit, sliding all the way down. The suit is tight and contracts around me, yet is eagerly swallowing my foot. I feel the material slide over my skin as I am slipping my foot all the way down. Once my foot is all the way down, I tentatively set it down and manage to stand firmly.
Now I lift my left foot, slipping it into the suit. I feel my foot slip down all the way; before I manage to reassume a perfect, standing stance.
She is holding up the suit for me, as I am slipping my hands in. Just as my feet has slipped in with scary eagerness; so do my hands.
While she stands behind me, she had slipped in the anal and vaginal tube, respectively. I had felt them slip in and had found myself contracting around the tubes. Quite firmly, at that.
Once the tube plops, I feel a distinct pinch as it is riveted into the orifice. It is the same, for both the anal and the vaginal tube. Little do I know, or suspect the effect or purpose of these tubes.
Just after the pinch, I feel a clear rubber membrane spread inwards; as far as I could possibly feel the sensations of the rubber spreading. Half of the rubber is coating the inside of the orifice and pushing out, while the rest is spreading into the skin and contracting.
I feel her pulling the zipper all the way up my spine, to the base of my skull; just under the edge of the hair, at the back of my neck.
“I need you to insert this into your mouth, in between your lips!” she explains, as she is handing me a clear oral tube for me to inset.
While I am following her instruction, I feel her inserting a tube into my anal and vagina cavities respectively. Of course, she is handing me a second tube; instructing me, to insert it into my mouth.
While I do not know it, yet; but I am mute, which I will learn, soon enough. She just chse, not to make me realize it, just yet.
I had chosen to be here. Why I had chosen to be here, is utterly irrelevant now. I had made the choice. I can as well enjoy it, for all it is worth. Despite, or regardless of what it entails. If I had known of the consequences, or chosen to be here is just as irrelevant now. I am here.
The pink rubber suit, coating and covering my body is no impediment, while it may be a bit on the tight side and emphasizing my effeminate nature. The emphasizing of my curves is part of the design. Isn’t this why I am here and why I chose to be here?
While the suit had been cool, when I put it on and slipped into it; now it is warming up and approaches my body temperature. The hotter the suit grows, the more of the lubrication my skin is absorbing; which in turn, makes it harder to take it off of me. Though it is also responsible, for the suit feeling more and more as if it had been my skin. Not just rubber coating my body.
“You can climb up onto the bed, now!” she instructs me.
Of course, it is late and I am growing sleepy.
I climb up onto the cushion once more and lie on my back; with my arms along my body and the palms of my hands resting on the cushion.
As I lie down, she is coating my belly with a clear gel, before she is placing a pink rubber valve over where my belly-button is. The valve soon fuses with the rubber of my suit; turning me into a squeaky toy, even if its effect has not made itself known yet. I will learn of it, by tomorrow, after I had woken up.
Once she is done, she is covering me with an inch thick, crystal clear rubber sheet for quilt, to keep me warm over the night. It will also hold me firmly in place throughout the entire night. Strangely enough, this quilt is literally vacuum itself into place.
“Good night, and sleep tight!” she coos, just as she is opening the door out of the room; “I will be back early, tomorrow morning!” she then adds.
I lay my head on the pillow and relax; finding myself fast asleep, before I even know it.