Chapters Author's Note
Ms. Saqura's POV
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Late: 1
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I had opened the wardrobe, standing nude before the clothes I had been presented with.
“What am I to wear?” I ponder; “I could always wear my regular, matching black nighttime cotton Panties and Top, as I always did before!” I consider, giggling at the idea, as if it had been silly; “Or; I could try on that black Latex Suit my sister offered me!” I conclude; as I am still scanning the content of my wardrobe, in the hope of finding what is just right for me to wear in bed.
“Of course!!” I decide, as I reach for the proffered garment.
I feel the smooth surface of the Latex Suit in my hand, as I am pulling it out of my wardrobe.
“I never thought; these suits could be so comfortable, to wear!” I mumble to myself.
Well, how could I? I had never tried them on before.
Sure, Zhiizoo had been explained it, in great detail; but I had taken that for her usual rambling, without paying any mind to her when she spoke of the suits.
Had she genuinely offered me to try one on, maybe I would have listened.
She never did. She had been far too protective of her suits; to ever offer me to try one on, for myself.
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The Latex feels smooth, cool to the touch as I pull it out of my wardrobe for the very first time.
“This is Latex?” I ponder.
At least, it is what I had been told. Even if it isn’t Latex, at all. If only I had known. I just find it too enticing to let go of the one chance I have to try the garment on, to wear this suit the entire night.
I had been promised, I could have this one suit for myself. If I were to ruin it, that would be on me. I would never get another chance, if I did.
Not as if anyone were to ask me, how it felt to wear it.
Still, I am taking the chance I had been promised. I hold up the suit before me, as I am lifting up my right foot; sliding it into the suit, slipping it through the suit with ease. The suit is a bit too eager for my comfort; but once my foot had slipped through; I repeat the process, inserting my left foot into the suit.
I pull the suit up, sliding the suit on. The next instant, I am dressed up for the night. The suit is hugging me tightly. Maybe just a bit too tight.
Thinking nothing of it, on the account of being too tired; I walk over to my bed, folding the corner up against the wall and sit down onto my bed.
I slide my feet in under the quilt, lying down; folding the quilt back down over myself, falling asleep just a moment after my head hit the pillow.
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the Dream
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A Secret Elf Lolie: 5 (Ms. Lollitah)
Author's Note
Ms. Saqura's POV
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Ms. Electra Junii's POV
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A Secret Elf Lolie: 5 (Ms. Lollitah)
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Exploring Opportunities
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I had just returned to my room, after the shower; secretly enjoying the revelation, she had put before me in the shower. (Could I ever dare to reveal, what she had just explained to me?) .
But if I could not reveal, what she had just taught me; then how could I be enjoying, what I had just learned about myself? There is but the one way, to go about it; I can only step out of my closet, if none were to recognize me, in the first place. Could she even do that, for me? Or, is that to me?
Either way, I had to ask her; to learn her thoughts on the matter, and if she could help me out.
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“Hope..” I had whispered; “there is something, I need to ask of you; if you could help me, to blend in and appear as if I had been someone else..” I explain; “so that I can be the Elf you taught me; I love to be!” I put forth; stumbling over the words, in my insecurity and embarrassment.
“Wait, Saqura..” she urges; ”let me see, if I got your question right here..” she continues; “You want me, to change you so much; none could possibly recognize you, as you walk out as the Elf your hidden, inner persona had been revealed to be?” she inquires.
“I don’t dare, to show myself as that elf you found me to be; so I need you to change me, enough to make it impossible for others to recognize me as that Elf!” I concede.
“I could change your form, beyond recognition if it is your wish; if you can play the part, as it is my specialty to change shape at a moment’s notice!” Hope points out.
“I understand, that I am taking a chance; but my inner Elf just wants to be able to go out, to stretch her legs and walk openly among others!” I explain.
“As I thought..” she responds; “Now I just need to see your inner Elf, so that I can grant you the wish: to be her, the Elf inside outside!” she puts forth.
“Elves are commonly depicted with a light complexion, almost white, blond and supposedly very beautiful..” I explain.
“Oh, okay..” she exclaims; “I guess this should be only too much fun!” she points out.
“Could you start, with giving me the thigh long, golden blond hair?” I inquire.
“Since I am already covering your head..” she responds, as she is permitting my hair grow down to my thighs.
“Now I need these large, deep Sapphire blue eyes and a small, childish nose..” I continue.
“As you wish..” she responds, as she is changing my face to comply with my description of the Elven beauty image.
“I guess; I should change your appearance to match your age, as the Elf you are!” she suggests, as I can feel myself change.
I continue to explain; what image I had made, based on what I picture an elf to look like. (Of course; she is still making me into the Lowland Elf, based on my appearance and customs such as she had understood them this far.)
“Should I add the tail I love so much, to my inner image of the Elf I yearn to be?” I inquire.
“If this tail is a part of you; then the tail is to be a part of your body, as well!” she explains.
“Since your old clothes can’t fit your new body, as the Elf you are; I will just have to give you something to wear, so you can go out!” she explains; granting me panties, top, skirt and blouse I can be seen in outside. (If only I had a mirror on hand, but I guess this would just have to make due.)
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Of course, she had already applied a make-up I can use in my form as this young Elf, before I had even left my home.
I had selected a back pack, slipped my wallet in; but chosen not to use any cards, as I can’t be recognized as the girl in that image. (That had after all been the point, in the first place.)
“I will just have to buy myself a small selection of clothes; fitting me and the persona of the elf I am, right now! ” I ponder.
I find myself giddy and excited; just to step into the first shop, selling the clothes, I am looking for.
“Maybe regular white cotton panties would be the best bet? ” I ponder; “and matching tops, to go with my panties? ” I inquire.
“Yes; that feels like your best option! ” Hope suggests.
I go to the section of the store, where they showcase the female underwear, selecting the items I had opted to make my image. Furthermore; I had selected a pair of skirts and shirts to go with the set, before I went to pay for my purchase.
“Okay.. ” she puts forth; “that was surprisingly fun and exhilarating! ” she concedes; "I had never expected to enjoy shopping, this much !” she concludes.
“At least, now I can be me, from now on.. ” I breathe.
“Now you just need to make a name, for yourself; so that you can present yourself, and make friends too! ” she suggests.
“Oh, yeah; I had almost forgotten about that, and I couldn’t just call myself Saqura now, as an Elf! ” I concede.
“Yes.. ” she snickers; “that would be a catastrophically bad idea! ” she agrees.
“Neither could I go around, calling myself Hope, or Hitomi! ” I blurt out. (Yes; of course; that would be monumentally stupid. Just as calling myself after my younger sister or anyone else I know.)
“Well, maybe I could be Junii? ” I ponder.
“Electra Junii! ” I hear an echo in my mind, as Hope is confirming the name I had just opted to choose for myself. (Well, there is something to the name suggested.)
“So; Electra Junii, it is.. ” I respond; “will just take me a while, to get used to my Elven name: Electra Junii! ” I conclude.
Still; at least my Elven self has a name: Electra Junii. My identity is all but complete; but I am still lacking one of the more critical details, since I can’t make up an address where I am living.
While I could not make up an address, for myself; maybe I could still go out and have some fun, while I am at it.
The first thing that comes to mind, is to visit the Net Cafe I love hanging out at.
“Maybe, just maybe; I could at least make myself a few friends, even if just digitally! ” I ponder, giggling to myself.
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At the Net Cafe
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Author's Note
Ms. Saqura's POV
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Ms. Harmony's POV
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the Dream: 2
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Late
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I find myself moving through a castle, crafted out of a single purple crystal. (Amethyst)
Just that I am moving on all fours, trotting through one hall after the next; only to come across a throne room. (the room I had been instructed to find, for my Queen)
I don’t ask or question why. You just don’t question the Queen. Questioning Queen Chrysalis is the safest way to get into trouble. She is after all very unforgiving. (D’uh!)
Fortunately, I had managed to stay hidden; out of the way of the Ponies of this Castle. I had been quiet, like a good subject.
It isn’t as if I had cared for the mission, I had been given. I had just left, for the mission I had been instructed to perform; without doubt or hesitation, the way I had been taught. The fact that I did not like the mission, is of no consequence. You simply do, as you are told.
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Getting to the village of Ponyville had been easy, just as they had explained to me. I had followed the directions given, and got to where I had been told to go.
Getting into the Castle itself had proven easier, than I had dared to hope. Maybe, just maybe; it had been too easy, after all.
It isn’t so much that I doubt, or ever doubted her plans, or the instructions I had been given; it is just that when things are too easy, you know it will go wrong in the end.
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I hear the squeaking noises, originating from the Pink mare known as Pinkie Pie; as she is pronking about, almost as if she had been looking for something, or some Changeling. (That would be me, if anyone is asking.)
She does not stop. Neither does she seem to be in a hurry, hurrying in the least. Okay, this is after all Pinkie Pie we are talking about here. Nothing she does, seems to make any sense. This, is when you find yourself with a Pie in your face. (Which is the time you stop laughing, too!)
I can hear her; as she is bouncing off, to somewhere.
While she is out of sight, she is meeting some Pony. Who else would she be meeting? I have no idea. Even if this castle is populated by a Dragon and an Owl, too. I am sure, I had been told about these.
While I am waiting, hiding, the Pink mare had bounced off; never to be seen, or heard of ever again. At least, by me. I have no idea; as to where she bounced off to, or why. (They never explained; maybe because they did not know, or because they did not think I needed to know.)
The castle is once more quiet, peaceful. Just the way I like it. I could hide out here, for days without a question. Out of the loop, without anyone (Changeling) asking or caring. This is the perfect hideout.
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All of a sudden, out of nowhere; a ghostly spectral Pony appears. She appears to be looking for me. How did she know? Who told her? But of course; that pink mare, known as Pinkie Pie.
That is why she bounced off. She was informing this mare about me. She told her, exactly where I am. Oh, well; there goes that quiet time.
The mare before me looks like Twilight, Twilight sparkle; yet, she doesn’t look like her, at all.
“I thought you were here, Harmony!” the mare explains.
“Eeep!!” I respond. (Why is she calling me Harmony, {even if I guess I do need a name}, but Harmony isn’t my name, at all.)
“Good to see you, too!” she responds, matter of fact; but with a smile spreading out on her muzzle.
“Okay, that is creepy! ” I realize, as the mare is locking me in her gaze.
“She told me, you needed some peace and quiet, Harmony!” she now explains; “I think this should be the answer to your prayers!” she concludes.
“Then, I should thank you…” I respond, lost for words and confused.
“I have a special place for you; where you can have all the Love you need, and none to punish, persecute or in any other way bother you!” she concludes.
“How is that even possible?” I inquire; knowing it is already too late to try to hide or escape, too late by far.
“Since your Queen does not care for you, and because you will serve well, where you are going!” she explains; “Your black carapace is just right, just a bit stiff; but this will be perfectly fine, when you arrive at your destination!” she explains.
Of course; this is exactly when I am blinded by an all overpowering, blinding light of her magic.
At first, everything is just a blinding, bright white; then I can see just purple, the purple of Twilight. Twilight Sparkle. Lavender?
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There is a blank void. Nothing, there is absolutely nothing.
Just an all encompassing void, with no end.
The next moment; everything is dark. Pitch black. I can see nothing. Exactly nothing.
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After an undetermined amount of time, I hear the delicate pitter-patter of soft feet, walking over the floor.
Everything is still dark; but at least I can hear something, now.
The doors to the wardrobe I had found myself in, where I am still hanging swing open. Slowly the light is spilling into the space I had been hiding in.
“Where am I? “ I ponder. (I had found myself being this little girl’s black latex Swim Suit.)
What had been a hard, stiff and adamant carapace; had been turned into the soft and elastic, black latex.
As the doors swung open, I can see a new, very different light; the Love this girl is emanating, directed towards me. The bliss would have melted my heart; if I had been a creature, where this expression had been relevant.
I feel the girl, holding me in her hands, gently; then how my skin stretches unrestrained. I can sense the joy of the girl, as she is enjoying the liquid elasticity; permitting me to stretch to encompass her body, and contract around her form, to accomplish the perfect fit for her.
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Early
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Author's Note
Ms. Saqura's POV
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Early: 3
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the Dream
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While it is still early in the morning, I feel well rested. It isn’t that I don’t feel rested, in the morning; just that I feel much more well rested, this particular morning. (I just can’t for my life put a finger, on how or why this is.)
I fold the corner of my quilt up towards the wall, before I slide my still naked feet out from under the quilt; only to find myself sitting on the top of my bed, pushing myself forwards in order to stand up.
“Thud” is heard, as my feet hit the floor, under my bed.
First now, I realize that I am not wearing my customary black cotton Panties and Top; but the new latex Swim Suit I had found in my wardrobe, the other night.
Not to complain; because it has such a perfect fit, tight and form-hugging, like nothing before or after.
If it is the late hour, or the spares like the last night; but I couldn’t see if the suit is mate or glossy, back then. Now it is glossy, like a proper Latex Suit should be. (At least, according to my older sister: Zhizzoo.).
Granted; I enjoy the glossy suit I had slipped into, the other night. Just that I would have loved it all the same, had it been mate. What I do enjoy; is how tight and form-fitting it is, making it feel almost as if I had been nude, but still giving the sense of being proper and covered at all times. This suit, does not permit me to show the skin I do not wish to show. (at least, it is the image I had made.)
Is this part of the dream, I had last night? I know I had a dream, as twisted as it may have been. (I had been a Creature, a Being other than the Human self I am used to be. Apparently this Shape-shifter is referred to as: a Changeling.).
In the dream, I learn of the story, of this particular Changeling; how she had been ordered out on a Mission, ending up taking her to my Wardrobe in the form of what is now my Swim Suit.
Based on the dream, if that is a trustworthy and reliable source of information; her name is Harmony, as it is the name she had been granted just prior to the departure. (Strangely enough, this particular dream clings to my conscious, as if it had been a real, living memory of something I had been an active participant.) Isn’t the story; that Monsters become considerably more powerful, when they are named? (At least, it is what I recall of this story.)
For now; I will be interpreting this as a genuine experience I had actually had in my real life. Until proven false; is there anything I can lose by accepting this information, in the first place?
“Am I to refer to you as: Harmony?” I inquire; as if I had been expecting a response and answer, to be forthcoming.
“Yes, please!” I hear the voice of Harmony. (Just as expected; the voice is distinctly feminine and highly effeminate, not to mention rather melodic.)
“Okay..” I respond; “then I will refer to you as the female known as Harmony!” I clarify.
“Thank you, Miss..” she responds.
“I’m Saqura!” I respond, informing her of who I am. (Well; what is lost, by letting her know my name?)
“Thank you, Miss Saqura; or, do you prefer for me to just call you Saqura?” she responds.
“Saqura, is fine; skip the title, Miss!” I suggest.
“Thank you Saqura!” she responds; I hope you have enjoyed wearing me, all night!” she offers.
“Since you are a Shape Shifter; could you turn into any other suits, I could wear?” I inquire.
“Since you asked; I could do that for you!” she responds; “You just have to specify what kind of suit you want me to be(come) for you, and explain the details you require..” she explains; “Though I can only be smooth Latex; since I can’t mimic textures of the fabrics, you may desire!” she concludes.
“Could you change into a long-sleeved top?” I inquire.
“Yes, of course!” she responds. (I feel her withdrawing from my crotch and sensitive private parts, while she spreads out over my arms.)
“If you wouldn’t mind; could you be a bright cerise, and cover my arms all the way to the hand?” I inquire.
“Yes!” she responds; as the sleeves reach the desired length, still contracting around my skin.
“Could you tighten up around my chest and support my breasts?” I inquire; “Leave my belly and neck bare, too!” I finish.
I feel the top finalize the requested changes, even as I speak; only for the changes to be concluded, just a moment after I had pronounced the request.
“Thank you, Harmony!” I offer in gratitude; just as she is finishing up with the changes, I had asked of her.
An electric shiver of excitement runs down my spine, as I touch my left elbow, with the extended index finger of my right hand.
“If you don’t mind, Harmony; I would love for you to change back into the Swim Suit for me, as I go to bed, each night!” I suggest.
“I certainly could do that, for you..” she responds; “if that is what you like me to be, for you, Saqura!” she continues.
“Yes, please..” I respond; “but if it is to much to ask, of you; please let me know, so that I don’t cross your boundaries, by mistake!” I continue; “I want you, to feel just as good as I feel!” I explain.
“Then I will be your tight, black Swim Suit each night, every night!” she confirms.
“Consider me your eternal Love Fountain!” I suggest. (at least; for as long as I am alive, of course.)
If I don’t need to wear the top and Panties, in bed; in order to cover myself, as the local law of etiquette demands out of me. (Silly rules, I know; but it is what it is, if you want to make it, in society.)
“Time to dress up, for the day..” I ponder; "so that I can go down, to have my breakfast!” I conclude, as I am walking over to my wardrobe.
“Right now, I wish I had a mouth..” she ponders, as I am opening the door to the wardrobe; “or any orifice; because I get so much I will end up bloated, to the point of rupturing soon!” she concludes. (Of course; we would not want to have that, at any rate.)
I find a pair of white cotton panties I can wear during the light hours of the day; stepping into the Panties left and right, before I am pulling them all the way up. Next, I am extracting the matching top; pulling it down, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.
There is the skirt I intend to wear, hanging in the wardrobe, exactly where I recall I had it, the night before. (Well; I am in the mood for a skirt today, so I opt to extract it for the day.)
Stepping into the deep purple skirt is a breeze. Now I just need to pull it up and into place, for my own comfort.
With the skirt on, I extract a pristine, white Silk Blouse; slip my arms in into the respective sleeves right and left; before I button it up from the first to the last button just under my chin.
Finally; I extract a short Vest Top, from within the wardrobe. I just slip in my arms, right and left; before I am buttoning it up, carefully. (This Vest is matching the skirt I had just put on, lending me that special, chique {elegant} style I sometimes desire, for myself.)
With the Vest on, I consider myself fully dressed for the day; now I close the doors to the wardrobe and turn to face the door out of my room, before I walk over the floor all the way over to my door and open it up before me. I step out of my room and close the door behind myself, without looking back as I am walking away from my room. (I’m hungry; and the breakfast is already calling out to me, from the dining Room.)
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Exploring Opportunities
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Exploring Opportunities: 4
Author's Note
Ms. Saqura's POV
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Exploring Opportunities: 4
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Early
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My breakfast had been delicious, I had loved every bite of it. (Why shouldn’t I love it?)
Since I have finished my breakfast, I am walking to the shower. (Not so much that I am feeling unclean, or even unfresh; I just feel an urge to have a shower now, right after breakfast.)
I open the door to the shower, stepping in; before I close the door behind myself, carefully locking the door to have my privacy guaranteed. (I love my Privacy, when I am tending to myself and my intimate needs.)
Since I am alone, I unbutton the short Vest Top; before I am pulling it off of myself, carefully hanging it up on the first hanger on the wall, on my right.
Now I am unbuttoning my blouse, hanging it up on the next hanger beside the vest; before I slide the skirt down, pick it up and hang it on the third hanger.
“There, only my underwear remains!” I mumble to myself.
“Do you intend to take your shower, with me on?” Harmony inquires.
“Would you mind; if I did that, with you still on my body?” I inquire.
“For you, not really!” she offers; “just that I have a few options, you may consider before the shower!” she proposes.
“Okay, I am listening!” I respond, quietly.
“While I am indeed both looking and feeling like genuine Latex; I can still handle water, both Warm and Cold!” she explains.
“Thank you, Harmony; at least, now I don’t need to worry about getting wet while I am wearing you!” I put forth.
“In context; you can consider me both Water-Resistant, and Oil-Resistant at the very least!” she eagerly supplies, with a hint of Pride to her voice. (Oh, how I love to listen to her voice; while speaking to her, or when she is explaining something to me.)
I guess I could wear her, in the rain; staying perfectly dry, even if the wind is chilly. (But; what she is suggesting, {At least, this is what I am assuming.} is that she wants to be my friend in the shower too.)
“Then I will keep you on, for a moment; experimenting with how it feels to wear various garments, while in the shower!” I suggest, hopefully.
“Sounds like only too much fun!” she concedes.
With that, I am opening the door in to the Shower proper; setting foot on the pristine white ceramic Tiles, the floor had been laid with.
The room is built to house one person, comfortably standing in the shower; not two, even if petite and diminutive. This will be a bit cramped, but I guess this just makes it more intimate and cozy. (Should it bother me, or delight me?)
For now, she is still in the form of the long-sleeved top she had been since I left my room.
“I assume you could cover my hands too, if and when I ask you?” I inquire.
“Yes, Saqura..” she confirms; “I could cover your hands at any time you so wish; as well as apply moderate adjustments to your hands, on your request!” she elaborates.
“Are you talking about increasing my grip, on wet and slippery surfaces..” I suggest; “or, are you suggesting; that you could apply deeper adjustments, as well?” I inquire.
“Suction Cups, sensitive Touch Pads, longer Nails and minor adjustments to your hands and fingers in general!” she confirms. (I can’t help, but finding her offer only too exciting, even if I can’t quite put a finger on exactly why.)
“Sounds fun..” I concede, as I step into the shower; “could you give me a sample, of these?” I inquire.
“As you wish..” she responds, as she is flowing out to cover my hands too.
I am lifting up my right hand before me (my face), looking at my hand as the Cerise latex is spreading further and further out over my hand. The first I notice; is the Silicone White Suction Cup covering the entire palm of my hand; the next I notice, is the bright Ruby Red touch Pads under the top of each finger, from just after the final joint of the finger and all the way up under the respective nail.
“Whoa!!” I exclaim.
“You wanted to see, to try it out and experience what I could do?” she inquires; “I hope, I did not offend you!” she puts forth.
“I rather like what I see..” I concede; “but if it is not too much to ask, or too complicated for you; could you make my hands a skin-tone pinkish hue, so that the touch-pads could be a more fitting hue?” I inquire.
“I think I could manage...” she responds.
The next instant, I can see the bright Cerise hue withdraw from the tip of my fingers and continue to flow up my arms.
“Would it be enough to push the colour up to your elbow, or would you prefer it all the way up your arms?” she inquires.
“Could I have the appearance of a short-sleeved Top, as if my current Top had shorter sleeves?” I inquire.
“The appearance of a short-sleeved top?” she inquires; “Consider it done!” she responds; as she is adjusting the top, in order to emphasis the end of the respective sleeves; while adopting the same effect for my neck and under my breasts, in the process.
“Perfect, I could wear this top in public!” I put forth.
She had just adjusted the length and shape of my nails, leaving me with oval tips reaching some five millimeters beyond the tip of the finger. (On second thought; now I wish I had asked her for exactly this look, {including the high gloss finish of the nails, now half a millimeter thick.} just like she presented me with right now.)
First now, I recall that I am in the shower; turning the water on, increasing the heat to a comfortable level we could enjoy together. With that, I can feel the water flowing down my body, leaving me wet from tip to toe.
While the water of the shower flow down my body, like a hot rain; she neglect to let on, as she is sliding down my body in order to reclaim the rest of my body in a tight embrace. While I feel it, and enjoy her initiative; I don’t say, pretending I had failed to notice this. (Only this time, she is applying my latest instruction to the new design; giving the impression, of the exaggeration of the specified detail to make it stand out a bit more)
Furthermore, she is letting the material cover my belly button; before she is exaggerating the detail, for a playful effect. (She just leave my belly button, as an orifice two inches deep.)
I pat my belly, enjoying the little details she is adding to my appearance. If I am giving her free reigns to try out these playful whims; I can look forwards to see, just what she is enjoying. I want to get to know her, after all; so that I can learn who she is, rather than see the image put before me to hide who she is.
“Just how far will she take these ideas?” I ponder.
“If I ask her, would she choose to face me as a Friend and Companion; as opposed to the single garment I am currently wearing?” I ponder; “Even if I am guiding her, to be the garments I desire the most…” I continue.
“How far would you be comfortable, to go?” she inquires.
“I do not know..” I respond; “but I am eager to explore, just how much fun you stand to offer me!” I continue.
“If you still enjoy me skin-tight, I want to see how far I can stretch; and still be satisfying and comfortable, for you!” she concedes, as she is flowing down my legs, inch by inch. (True to form, she is applying my latest suggestion to the design she is implementing.)
I feel the pressure she is applying on my skin, as she continues to flow further and further down my legs. (Would she truly manage to reach all the way down, to cover me from the neck down?)
After a Minute, or Two at the most; she triumphantly manages to reach the end. I find myself coated, with her skin-tone latex all the way down my legs; feet and toes included.
“Skin-tone and Skin-tight precludes all body hairs?” she inquires.
“Yes, but of course, Harmony!” I respond; “No hairs anywhere on the body, arms or legs!” I elaborate.
“Ah, okay..” she responds; “Thank you, for elaborating..” she continues; “I will adjust the designs to allow for this adjustment, right away!” she concludes.
While she had not asked me, directly; but she is applying the design of my gloves, to the design of my stockings too. (Sounds natural, when you stop to think of it.)
Small changes applied across the board, so small I could never have noticed them; leaving me to become hers, just as much as she is becoming mine. (Should I complain, or commend her for taking these initiatives?)
“Let’s have some fun..” she exclaims; “unless you mind me tailing you?” she inquires.
While I had not been prepared for that, though I could consider it is something I should have realized; I soon find myself sprouting a Pi inch thick tail, reaching all the way down to my ankles. This isn’t an issue, as long as I am in the shower alone with her; but it requires that my clothes would have to be adjusted, before I could go out, wearing them all the same.
“If you don’t mind, I need to slide off of you for a moment!” she explains, just before I feel her flowing down my body.
A minute later, I can see a pool of Latex on the floor; the next moment, she starts to reform, turning into the girl I had been wanting to see her as. (She is identical to me, in the form she had just given me.)
She is even wearing a Swim Suit, identical to mine.
“Could we save the exploration, to the bed room?” I inquire.
“Then I guess, we should go to the socializing; before we conclude this, and leave the shower?” she inquires.
“Sure!” I respond.
“I need you to stand up against the wall, under the shower; spread your legs slightly, then place your hands on the wall before you and spread your fingers..” she urges me.
“Okay, this is going to be hot!” I ponder; as I am following her expressed instructions to the letter, without a thought.
I feel her leaning up behind me, placing the palms of her hands on the back of my hands, while absentmindedly nibbling on the lobe of my right ear. She is pushing down the palms of my hands, before she takes half a step backwards. She is still breathing on my neck, of course.
“There..” she quietly exclaims; “if you could just spread your legs a little further..” she suggests; “a little further..” she continues; “a little further..” she continues; “and just a little bit further!” she concludes.
“Oouh..” I exclaim, as I feel the wall touching the sides of my feet.
“Perfect..” she puts forth; “excellent, excellent!” she concludes.
“Oh..” I inquire; “how..” I continue; “but.. why?” I finally conclude, inquiring.
“Lick your lips..” she insides, and I comply.
She is leaning forwards, gently cupping my cheeks in her hands, as she is kissing me, gently pressing her lips firmly onto mine. The next moment, I feel the water showering down over me from overhead. Well; this is a shower, after all. But still.
Her lips part, as the tip of her tongue is dancing between my lips for but the briefest of moments; before she is pulling back.
I try to pull my hands off of the wall, in order to reciprocate the gesture; but to no avail, as the palms of my hands are stuck on the wall to the right and left. As much as I may try, I still can not pull my hands off of the wall.
As I try to pull my hands off of the wall; I feel her spread out over my face, enveloping me in her gentle touch of smooth Latex.
With her lips pressed tightly to mine, her tongue still between my lips; I find myself mute, incapable of uttering a single sound.
In shock, I soon find myself enjoying the experience; realizing it is still an expression, of her closeness. As such; I can’t make myself protest, even if I could have.
A mere minute later; she is covering and coating my face with her tight embrace. I enjoy her closeness and touch; because it is her.
“Since you were enjoying me, nibbling on the lobe of your ear; I think I’ll grant you a small change!” she suggests, as she is reshaping my ears to full-fill the dream I had not even realized, I had been maintaining.
My ears slowly change shape, into that of the pointy ears commonly recognized as Elf Ears. She had just realized, how I had secretly dreamed of this. I just had never had the dream exposed; thus never realized I had even nurtured the dream, until she had tested to nibble on the tip of my ear.
“Oh.. Oh..” I whimper, as the tight embrace of her is moulding my ears into the desired form.
“I hope you will be enjoying, what the change is granting you!” she proposes.
“Yess.. Yess.. Yess..” I breathe, in excitement and anticipation of future ovatures to be explored.
While she had lent a rubbery gloss and elasticity to my hears; my face is otherwise unchanged, untouched. Even if she still is covering my entire face. (Naturally; it would be unfortunate, changing me so much I can no longer be recognized as me.)
Once the change applied to my ears is concluded, she is spreading down over my neck and shoulders; forming a neck corset in the process; before she is spreading down to form the top and with the long sleeves before finally covering my hands completely.
“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe; as I feel her spreading further and further out over my skin, forming previously defined garments in order.
Now she is withdrawing from my hands and arms; before she is forming the Swim suit, then retract into what is to pass for an extended, then a more regular corset on my chest. I feel her contract over my body, as she is restricting my movement in the process. Yet; knowing it is still her, I can’t help myself enjoying it as I find myself growing excited. She is such a little tease, I realize.
As she is withdrawing from my chest once more, she turns into a pair of tight panties; before she spreads down over my legs in stages and name the respective garment in question. Only to end up as a pair of tights, with and without the toes emphasized.
From here; she is spreading upwards, retracting herself from my feet in order to form a cat-suit, once more naming each of the garments in turn. I enjoy the tight caresses, as she is reforming over and over; until she had named the last suit she thought I were to enjoy having her as.
Once she is done, she finally permits me to let go of the wall; before I turn the hot shower of, finding myself quite flushed and blushing profusely.
“She really got me..” I ponder; “I dare not even consider the embarrassment; of having anyone else learn of the deep, dark secrets she just revealed!” I conclude. (At least; none could hear me, over the noises of the shower I had been enjoying!)
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A Secret Elf Lollie
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Author's Note
Ms. Electra Junii's POV
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At the Net Cafe: 6
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A Secret Elf Lollie
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I step into the lobby of the Net Cafe I had intended to frequent; stepping over the floor, on my way to the desk where they receptionist is waiting. (Not so much, for me in particular; just for anyone, who is entering the Cafe, in general.)
Greetings, is there a booth available, at this time?” I inquire.
“Yes; there just so happen to be a booth unoccupied, at this time!” she responds.
“Then I would love to have a moment, in the booth!” I respond; “just place the palm of your right hand on the plaque, in order to confirm!” she responds.
I place the palm of my right hand on the plaque, whereupon I spread my fingers wide; enjoying the familiar sensation of the warm handshake, in the process.
“Step right in, and enjoy your stay!” she offers.
“Thank you!” I respond; as I am walking over to the indicated door, leading to the highly desired booth.
I open the door, as I had so many times before; even if this is under the name of: Electra Junii, in place of the name of Saqura I am usually going by. Well; up until today, that is.
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The door had just closed behind me, as I had entered the booth I had booked for myself.
“Since we are alone; this would be the opportune moment, to change into the clothes you just bought for yourself!” Harmony puts forth.
“Yes, I guess this is the perfect moment; to change into my new clothes..” I respond; “I have been dying, to get into this!” I conclude.
With that, she is dropping the pretence, removing all the clothes she had been pretending I had been wearing. I am opening my backpack, wherein I had been storing the newly purchased clothes for myself.
First I am stepping into my new, white cotton panties; before I am selecting the first matching top and pull it down, over my head. From there; I continue to put on the rest of the clothes, I had intended to wear. From now on, I am Electra Junii; until I choose to revert to the person I had been, in order to go home.
Once I had dressed up, as Electra Junii; I take a seat at the first desk before me at the central table, before I place the palms of my hands on the table. With that, I am logging in, for the very first time.
As I had logged in, I am creating my profile. While the profile may not be required, technically speaking; but I had chosen to create the profile, the first chance I had. Which is now. No point in waiting, as there is nothing preventing me from doing it.
With the profile completed, I am making a search for potential friends; only for Urano, and Saqura to come up. I opted to apply for their friendship, before I continue.
Strangely enough, I notice how Urano is accepting my friendship request almost instantly.
However; Saqura is not responding; but I know why, and I will permit this to stay as it is, even if I could have opted to permit her to accept the request now. I guess this option isn’t exactly ideal, considering how I know Saqura is only accessing this account from this cafe in the first place. I don’t want to leave any hints as to who I am, just in case.
I don’t want anyone to be able to guess. It is the point, of making this a secret identity, in the first place.
“Hi, Electra! ” I can see the response from Urano, at the chat I use to frequent as Saqura.
“Hi, Urano! ” I respond.
“Responding in this chat, is safe! ” I ponder; only for Harmony to confirm my impression, an instant later.
“She really is cute, as an Elf!” Harmony points out, as we can see her image on the screen before us.
“Yay..” Urano snickers; “my first Elf friend!” she concludes, as she is looking at the image of my face beside her chat window. (Of course, she can see my face; but since all she is seeing, is the face I am presenting her with!)
“Nice to see you, Electra.. ” Urano responds.
“Likewise, Urano! ” I respond. (This far, my search for friends is taking off, adding some nice progress.)
“Yes, I guess I noticed! ” I respond; “I guess I should make a few more friends, even if I can’t be expecting everyone to be an Elf! ” I ponder.
“I am new to this chat.. ” Urano concedes; “I hope it isn’t a problem! ” she then adds, almost as if it had been an embarrassing afterthought.
“Me too.. ” I respond; “but I guess I will stick around; since I have someone to talk to here now! ” I suggest.
“I kind of stumbled across the chat, half by half by mistake..” she concedes; “I found the account, just a few days ago..” she continues; “almost, as if someone had created my account, for me to find this place!” she concludes.
“A good friend, is a good friend.. ” I put forth; “and since you are here now, regardless of how you found your way in; I guess we could enjoy the place, just chilling out like friends? ” I inquire.
“Hanging out with friends, makes my day; and right now, chilling out feels like the way to go! ” she responds.
“Of course, I know who she is; even if she does not know, who I am! ” I ponder.
But of course I know who she is, as I had created her account; but I could not reveal or explain that, to her. Now, could I? I had known of her; since the first time, I had set foot at the cafe. She had been there, letting me in; after all.
I had enjoyed chatting with her, exchanging greetings and such from the very beginning. Later, I had started to find her cute. Even if I had added her as an Elf; and granted her a few other changes to her appearance, in the same line of reasoning.
Is it strange; that she had taken, to her new elf identity? But then, so had I; even if Hope had revealed it to me, as a part of who I am.
“Since you have a moment to spare..” I suggest; “I guess hanging out, with a friend is the way to go?” I inquire.
“How is life as an Elf treating you?” Hope inquires.
“Surprisingly good!” Urano responds; “but I can’t for my life; figure out who created my profile, or why!” she confides.
“That’s always good!” Hope responds; “Someone seems to know you, better than you think..” she continues; “so it has to be someone close to you, someone you know well; or it is someone with intricate knowledge and understanding of the system, and how it works!” she suggests.
“Since the profile logged me in, with my biometrics..” Urano concedes; “which makes it scary; but also very exciting and exhilarating at the same time!” she concludes.
“That would be a bit scary..” I agree; “not sure, how I would have reacted!” I supply.
As I am looking at her face, and the parts of her profile I can see; I notice she had made a few changes and adjustments to her profile. Well; it is her profile, after all. It is hers, to do with as she pleases. Including deleting it, as well.
I would have hated, for her to delete the profile; but if it had been her choice, I would have to accept that as well. Only; she had not deleted her new profile; but chosen to accept it, and play around with what she had been given. Oh, and now she had even chosen; to accept me, as her friend.
My first real friend, here; as Electra Junii, that is. I will need to make a few more friends, as I go.
“What kind of friends, would I want to have here? ” I ponder, quietly contemplating my options.
Of course; I know Hope will help me out, searching for these friends. If I can’t find another Elf right now; I could always search, for other categories? Though I largely want girls, in my own age group; such as I see it, that is. Hope and Urano, both fit in the girl category.
“Life can be scary, sometimes..” Hope puts forth; “but the question is; what do we do, and how do we react on the perceived threat!” she points out; “do we dare, to accept the challenge; and brave the opportunities, placed before us?” she inquires.
“Just as you think you made it; something else is popping up, jumping at you!” Urano notes; “I like my job, and I have been enjoying it for years; and now, I find out I have an Elf profile, I have not created myself..” she puts forth; “only to realize; I enjoy the elf I have been presented as, and that I am enjoying being that Elf!” she concludes.
“Life; is like a pile of Christmas gifts, but you can’t know which you will like before you have unwrapped its secret!” I note.
“I like Christmas..” she responds; “and I certainly do enjoy opening the presents, formerly hidden under the tree!” she concludes.
“Who doesn’t!” I respond; “though I guess, this profile was like the present you just mentioned?” I inquire.
“Yes..” she responds; “and I certainly have been enjoying unwrapping its secret too!” she puts forth; “if only I know, who was presenting with this particular gift!” she concludes.
“It would seem..” Hope suggests; most every culture I have ever heard of, as their own version of what is to pass for the Christmas; in spirit, even not in name!” she suggests.
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“I guess, St. Claws was early for you this year!” I tease.
“Yes..” Urano concedes; “I am forced to agree!” she opines.
“St. Claws is always there, in a pinch!” I suggest.
“So it would appear!” Urano concedes; “So it would appear, indeed!” she puts forth.
“It is never about, who gets the first, the biggest or most expensive gift..”Hope suggests; “but who derives the most joy, from the gift(s) over time!” she concludes.
“Sometimes..” Urano suggests; “the best gift, is just being there at all!” she points out.
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“Uhm..” I start; “how is life, as an Elf for you?” I inquire.
“This far..” she puts forth; “fairly good..” she opines; “no complaints, from my end!” she concludes.
“That’s good..” I respond; “I would have hated, to hear you have troubles..” I continue; “because it would suggest, I have problems ahead!” I point out; “..and I would hate to hear, my friends have problems!” I conclude.
“I like to think, all my friends are doing well, too..”Urano opines.
“My friends’ problems..” I respond; “is my problems..” I continue; “just as my problems..” I suggest; “are my friends’ problems!” I conclude.
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“This text to voice chat is divine!” Hope declares.
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Going Home
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Author's Note
Ms. Electra Junii's POV
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Ms. Saqura's POV
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Going Home: 7
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At the Net Cafe
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I had enjoyed the time, at the Net Café, and the chat with Urano. When she had confirmed, that she is doing well; I rejoice, eager to maintain the connection, and tightening the friendship outside, in the physical world as well. She is my friend, after all; even if I had initiated the relation purely on the account of how cute she is as an elf, but she had ended up reciprocating my feelings.
As I am appearing a bit younger than my human self, I will have to give up things I had been used to; but I would still gain freedom, I never had had in the first place. This is me, not the girl I had been packaged as; perceived, by the people prone to box you up and ignore.
I will have to explore growing up, all over again; but this time, I am free to make the choices that are taking me to where I want to go. I am growing up, as the young elf I am.
On the other hand, or rubbery hoof; maybe I could ask Hope for a favour or two, exploring other options, I never could have had before. Only, these will have to wait; this day is coming to an end, as I am going home.
I will just have to find a place, where I can safely change into the clothes that is the me my family can recognize on my way home.
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What would I have done differently, before; had I known, what I know now? How would I have acted, if I had had the options presented to me now? I do not know.
Is it relevant? I am making the choices, I am making now; because of the experiences, that made me into who I am today. I can not ignore, what I have already experienced; expecting me to make different choices, back then.
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Since it is time to go home, I am logging out; making sure, Hope is logging out, too.
Even if I doubt anyone else would enter the room, before I return; it is still foolish, to leave my account wide open in this fashion.
Only when I have logged out and powered down each of the computers in the room, do I even approach the door.
I open the door, with Hope in tow; stepping out of the room, watching the door sliding shut behind me. Once the door is closed (locked), I continue down the hall, approaching the next door; opening the door, by presenting the palm of my extended right hand.
The door eagerly slides up before me and I step out. I greet the receptionist, bidding her fare-well; before I finally do exit the Café on my way home. (The girl by the desk waves her hand enthusiastically at me, as I am stepping out.)
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At first, I was just walking right home; but that would have been too easy. I simply can’t give my identity away, quite this easily.
I turn the other way, walking in the opposite direction; only to find a convenient position, an open (public) toilet.
As I am slipping in, I make sure I am not watched (or observed), before I am entering; discreetly swapping outfit; turning into my old, regular self (with some trepidation).
It is still me, but I am growing less comfortable in the old shoes I had been wearing. Before I discovered myself, and who I am now.
“While I will have to recall the location of this toilet, I should find a few alternative locations; just in case, so that I can swap clothes inconspicuously (without being seen, or recognized)! ” I ponder.
Once I had changed into my old clothes, I turn in a new direction; taking a bit of a roundabout detour, in order to walk home.
“Could you take my place, at some time in the future?” I inquire.
“Not personally.. ” she responds; “but we could have your replacement available, once I am more familiar with your personality and habits! ” she concludes.
“I guess.. ” I respond; “that will have to be good enough! ” I conclude.
I continue to walk home, in silence; for a while. Just enjoying the change of pace, even if it is growing harder to appreciate who I had been before. Well, what had I been expecting? Once the cat is out of the bag; I can’t just push the elf back, into the place where she had been hiding.
“That Café could be the key, to so much fun! ” Hope suggests.
“Yes, and it already has.. ” I confirm; “I used to love, hanging out there; even before I met you and Urano! ” I conclude.
“I am glad I met you.. ” she responds; ”to the point, I am lacking words to express my gratitude.. ” she points out; “just as I am happy, I met Urano! ” she continues; “If for nothing else, the doors she is opening up for us; even if she does not know, or understand this right now! ” she concludes.
“Then it is just proper, for me to offer something for her in return! ” I suggest; “Now I just wonderr; what more she would enjoy me doing, for her! ” I conclude.
“Aside from being her friend.. ” she suggests; “I guess we just have to sift through the chat-logs and probe further (deeper); in order to find out, what we can do for her! ” she concludes.
“On second thought; Urano does need a new name as an Elf too! ” I put forth; "but she should figure that out, on her own.. ” I point out; “and she may want to at the very least have a say, in what her Elf self should be named! ” I conclude.
“Going by the naming convention.. ” Hope puts forth; "there are rules for what one is to be named, properly! ” she points out; “Usually, a person is named by her parents.. ” she continues; “but in the other case; I guess it is up to you to suggest the name, for her to accept! ” she concludes.
“Her parents already named the human girl: ' Urano! ” I point out; “If they even know of her Elf side.. do they even have a say, in her name as an Elf? ” I inquire; “Since we discovered her new side, as the Elf; it feels, as if it is up to us to propose her new name, as the elf she is now! ” I ponder.
“Yes! ” Hope responds; “This could still wait.. ” she points out; “right now, isn’t the time! ” she concludes.
I just realize, that I am home; I can see my home, from where I am right now. Not as if I am hasting my steps, but I do continue to walk towards my home.
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Once I am reaching the door, I open and step right in.
“Hello, Sis!” I exclaim, as I had finally closed the door, behind myself.
“Hello, Sis!” she responds, eager to see me.
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Over-Night
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