Confidence Boost - Swimsuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Swimsuit
Erika Nelson had known Mila Brooks since they were six years old and she'd been quietly, hopelessly obsessed with her for at least the last five of those years. They were opposites in every way that mattered. Erika was the loud one, wild dark red hair chopped at her jaw, sharp green eyes, a compact…
Erika Nelson had known Mila Brooks since they were six years old and she'd been quietly, hopelessly obsessed with her for at least the last five of those years. They were opposites in every way that mattered. Erika was the loud one, wild dark red hair chopped at her jaw, sharp green eyes, a compact gymnast's body with small tits and a tight little ass, always ready to die on whatever hill her opinions built that day. Mila was the quiet one. Shy, calm, sweet, but somehow with Erika she always had fun, and could even stand up for herself a little. The problem, the eternal cruel problem, was that Mila was not into girls... at all. Whenever Erika got too flirty, Mila would get weird and brush her off with, "We're not kids anymore, stop making those jokes." So Erika kept her mouth shut and her hands mostly to herself. Then last week, Mila had asked for help getting a guy. Erika HATED it! But she couldn't say no to that face and she knew if she just tagged along she'd loom behind Mila glaring, scaring off every inferior option like a guard dog. There had to be another way and Erika, being a woman of many weird fetishes, had exactly one kink she'd never gotten to try. Honestly, it baffled her that Mila was single anyway. Sure, her long blue hair was a clumsy shoulder length mess she never styled and she never touched makeup. But her body. Gods, her body. Soft round face, big anxious blue eyes, wide hips, thick thighs, a plush ass and breasts like melons. Like goddam MELONS! Heavy, full, jiggling with every step. Erika knew exactly how beautiful that body was because she'd "playfully" touched it in all the important places over the years. So she'd made her pitch. "Bestie, there's an app. A real one. It can turn me into a thing. I could become," and here she'd actually drooled a little, "your swimsuit. You'd wear me and I wouldn't get in the way at all." Mila had looked at her like she'd grown a second head. But she thought about it, because she was naive and pure, too pure for this world and finally said, "I guess we could do that. But how would I talk to you? If something happens, I should turn you back immediately, you know…" "There's a voice option," Erika giggled. "And a chat option. My messages show up on your phone." Mila had blushed, rubbed the top of her own head and said, "Well… I suppose you're really not against it. Send me the app. Pool at twelve, the usual spot." Erika had practically levitated home to get her stuff and go to the public pool. Now they stood in the changing room, tiles cool underfoot, the air thick with chlorine and old shampoo and warm wet concrete. Most of the morning crowd was gone. Perfect timing, right before the afternoon swarm of women rolled in. Somewhere across the room, two strangers chatted while packing up. "...told him if he doesn't text back by Sunday I'm done." "Girl, you said that last month." "Okay, did you install it?" Erika whispered, bouncing on her toes. "Yes, yes, I did. It's fascinating! It knows everything about me. It's kind of embarrassing, actually..." Mila held up her phone, screen glowing with a dark interface. Name: Mila Brooks. Age: twenty-two. Three tabs at the bottom: Editor, Tags and Bio. "We don't have much time, add me!" Mila tapped and a popup bloomed. Do you allow user Mila Brooks to edit your information? Erika stabbed YES on her own phone so fast she nearly cracked the screen. Profile: Erika Nelson, selected. "Mila... Mila. Can I choose my form?" Mila's cheeks went pink. "Ehm... Sure? I mean, you're the one transforming, not me." Erika giggled and typed with shaking thumbs. One-piece swimsuit, nylon and spandex blend, color: deep blue and then, biting her lip, she set the size a few sizes too small. She wanted to be STRETCHED over that body. She wanted every curve to fight her seams. She shoved the phone into Mila's hands. "You click it, or you won't remember I was ever a woman!" "Oh! Ah, okay!" Mila tapped UPDATE. The parameters set in. It started as a coolness washing over Erika's skin, like stepping out of a hot shower into air conditioning. She looked down and watched her skin turn blue. Deep glossy blue, spreading up her arms, down her belly, her freckles vanishing under it. 'Oh... Oh wow! Okay... it's actually happening~' Then her details started to flatten. Her belly button smoothed into her torso. Her collarbones sank. Her nipples pressed inward and vanished, and for one dizzy second she looked like a sketch of a girl, an outline printed onto her own shape. Her lungs went next. She tried to inhale and there was nothing to inhale WITH, no chest, no throat, just smooth stretchy material where her insides used to be. No air or voice she truly was inanimate now. Mila's face crumpled with worry, hands hovering. 'Oh no, oh no, is she suffocating?! Should I undo it? What do I do?' Erika winked at her. Last thing her eyes ever did. Mila's shoulders dropped an inch knowing she was fine. Then the real changes came. Her limbs pulled inward, arms fold
