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Prologue

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. Prologue

As I gaze into her eyes, the sparse light is reflecting on the surface of her eyes.

The moment only lasts so long.

I feel her warm hands sliding over the smooth surface of the suit she had given me as she is pulling herself up towards me; facing me with a warm smile.

Now she is leaning forwards, pressing her lips onto mine in a gentle and loving kiss.

I feel her warm, wet lips parting; the tip of her tongue playing, caressing my parting lips for a moment of bliss.

I wake up, with a gasp.

The suit had spread further up, now covering my entire face with her light pink complexion. (No sign of the former black surface, hinting towards her nature as a former Changeling.)

My lips, tingling with the sensation she had stirred within me; in the dream I had been exposed to, as she is affecting me in our shared sleep and dreams. (An image of possibilities and options presented to me, still lingering in my mind.)

The dream refuses to leave my mind completely, leaving an impression on my mind; changing my personality, in the process of forming a memory I will be carrying with me for time to come. (Just how long, will I still be able to recall this as an actual event I had experienced?)

I recall polishing her up, even as she was covering my body; coating my skin with the delicious sensation afforded only by the Highest Quality of genuine Latex. No mere Leather, or cheap Rubber could compare; there is no comparing this suit, with what I could have bought in the corner shop in the neighbourhood. (Even if I was living in a city, where such a store could have been found.)

She had revealed her past, explaining where she came from; little by little, mostly in these fragmented dreams I had been exposed to, during the dead of night. I do not regret it, I have no regrets; I love her, as the Suit she had presented herself as. The love is by no means diminished, by her revelation; when she explained her situation to me. (She had given herself to me, unconditionally; the promise is still holding and I love her for it, almost in the same manner you may have expected your love to a boy my own age!)

She isn’t a boy, male; she had explained it all to me, in great detail and I had listened to her retelling of the event. Maybe the fact, that she never is hungry is playing into her loyalty; I supply her with all she needs, in the same manner her former Queen had been supposed to do. I am performing my duty, thus I had become the acting Queen in her Hive. (It’s a perfect deal; both going out richer in the process; gaining something very dear and special, only by full-filling the deal.)

What she is offering me, is so much more than a mere Latex Suit in my collection; what I am offering her, is a life to enjoy, a life she could never have had where she came from. She is giving up nothing, as my Latex suit.

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“Good morning!” I hear her intone in my conscious mind.

“Good morning!” I respond, in kind; knowing she is hearing me, appreciating my response.

“Another delightful day, I think!” she proposes.

“Yes..” I respond; “another delightful day!” I confirm; thinking back at my time with the Suit who had presented to me, just a few days back.

Back then, she had been a full-body Latex Cat-Suit all black, just the way her Changeling reflexes had demanded out of her. Black Latex is still a Classic, for a Suit you may wear; she being black, did by no means reveal her nature outright. That had come later; when she had chosen to out herself to me, coming out of the closet as one may say. Emboldened by the steady supply of High Quality Love had tied her to me in a manner of speaking. Though it’s an unknown chemical in the Latex Polish; physically bonding her to me, in an undeniably real way as well. (Could I slip out of her, could she slip off of me; I have no idea, but it’s not on the top of my mind.)

I am alone with her, at all times; even if none will ever know, unless I let on and tell them. I don’t. Well, I have told my sister and she swore to take my secret to her grave. (A Pinkie Promise, as it were!) I trust her, with this secret; just as she is trusting me, with her secrets. Well, why shouldn’t we?

It isn’t, as if I am regretting to have her as my skin. Why? I enjoy her, as my skin. I can enjoy the smooth sensation of Latex, covering my skin at will; while I can mask the fact, for anyone who is not initiated. Anyone, whom I had not previously told about my love for Latex and wearing a Latex Suit. (You do realize, I have not just told everyone about this.. for most obvious reasons, I am not about to let on: here and now!)

“Anna?” I prompt, after a moment of contemplation.

“Yes, Zhiizoo..” she responds; “Could you try to replicate my ability: to change into a form other than my own, just to see if you can!” she proposes, eager to see if her Queen actually can.

“Sure, why not!” I respond; “What could I possibly turn myself into, on my first attempt?” I ponder, snickering to myself.

I had given her my Human form, as a Girl; she could have given me her ability to Transform, like any Changeling. Couldn’t she? Why not? I have no idea, but as she had suggested it; I just could not get the idea out of my head, I just had to know.

Why had I chosen to call her “Anna”; after the snake “Anna Conda” who hugs her prey in a tight embrace, or after the character “Anna Sheridan” as the Wife of the commander of that Space Station. (Babylon 5) Both are quite enticing reasons, but is it the full truth? I have no idea. (Well, at least I had not named her Lucifer or Lucia!)

After a moment of consideration, an image comes to mind; Twilight sparkle, a Purple (Lavender) Unicorn turned Alicorn. (The owner of the Castle, from which my Anna had been sent to me with all the Love I could handle.)

The next instant, I am momentarily engulfed in the green Changeling Flame; before I once more stand on the floor of my room, only in the form of the Purple Unicorn in the place where I had just stood an instant prior.

“Oh.. Oh.. Ow!” I exclaim; “It worked, didn’t it?” I inquire.

Only; in place of what should have been her fur, I have my glossy latex coating me like a leather hide. (I even have her horn and Cutie Mark.)

“Whoa!!” Anna exclaims, “You even speak in her voice!” she confirms.

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Shifting Perspective

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Author's Note

If there is an issue with the Title of this Chapter, I can always reissue the chpter under a more fitting name.