Silicone Transformations

By Jean Zee

This is not a love story; it’s a story of cruel revenge. Anita and Chloe own ‘The Doll Factory’ a mysterious biotech factory. Their husbands are womanizers and together they conspire to transform their husbands into submissive toys. Using modern surgery and FemSkin Bodysuits, the wives turn their husbands into every man’s dream woman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Aug 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370649013

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Silicone Transformations

Jean Zee

copyright© 2015 Jean Zee. All rights reserved

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PART ONE

Roger’s Story

Roger raced home from work on Friday almost an hour early so he could lay out the clothes he planned on forcing his bitch of a wife to wear for him that night. Although Chloe didn’t enjoy dressing up for him and she never had, she always did exactly what Roger told her.

If she didn’t sometimes Roger would give her a little slap to the face and call her a ‘silly twat’. Chloe was expected home from work about 7.30 pm. She and her German friend Anita, owned a business called The Doll Factory.

Roger had left work early because he wanted everything perfect when she walked through the door. He had sensed some changes in Chloe and wondered if that German bitch, Anita had been filling Chloe’s head with crazy feminist ideas.

Anita’s husband Larry had mysteriously disappeared about six months ago and since then Anita had embraced her new single life. In fact, Anita really didn’t seem to care he had gone. She concluded he had run off with someone.

When he tried to discuss Larry’s disappearance with Chloe, she just shrugged her shoulders and said whatever had happened to him he deserved, He was a womanizer and Anita was much happier without him. Larry decided to leave it at that but he was still puzzled.

Chloe had also started dressing down in jeans and t-shirts, instead of her usual sexier clothes, which was why Roger thought tonight was important. He thought it was time to exert his influence over her again.

Time to lay down the law. Roger also wasn’t thrilled when Chloe let KoKo, a friend of hers, stay in their spare bedroom. He didn’t know where KoKo was from, in fact he didn’t know much about her at all.

All he knew was there was something sleazy about her, maybe it was her dark, exotic complexion. She came around one night to check out the room and one look at KoKo’s outfit and Roger agreed that the hot little dusky-skinned slut was going to move in. When he first saw how KoKo was dressed he thought, God, she must be a fucking hooker or something.

So, as soon as he received Chloe’s call he decided it would be fun to dress Chloe up like KoKo. Chloe had called earlier to tell him that they would have the apartment to themselves over the weekend as KoKo was going away for the entire weekend with a lover. Just the thought of her wearing the whore KoKo’s clothes tonight made him hot.

For the ten years of their marriage, Roger had dressed Chloe like he wanted, in the clothes he liked to see sluts wear. As KoKo was the hottest dressing slut he had ever seen, he thought Chloe would look delicious dressed up in all of KoKo’s tight, sexy things. He decided that tonight was the perfect time to make Chloe play dress up.

Roger was pleased, finally, he was going to get some use out of the whore’s Koko’s wardrobe. Roger had also seen the way that Koko looked at him, in that lusty way, like she wanted to rip his clothes off and mount him right there in the living room, in front of Chloe. He had a feeling they were going to get to know each other much better very soon.

Roger had already checked to make sure Koko and Chloe were the same clothes size. Roger drove home from work that evening, the only thing that worried him was the thought that KoKo might have taken the things he wanted to dress Chloe in.

But everything he’d wanted was right there in KoKo’s room. So, he took what he wanted and tonight he would make Chloe dress in KoKo’s clothes from the skin out. The first item of KoKo’s that Roger laid out for Chloe to wear was her black waist cinched boned corset with satin brocade.

He knew he’d like this corset on Chloe, not only would it cinch her down to an impossible wasp waist but it would accentuate her cleavage. Next, he dug through KoKo’s dresser drawer till he found the matching thong and laid them on the bed.

Then, he opened a new pair of KoKo’s black seamed sheer stockings and laid them on the bed next to the corset. KoKo’s back laced, black leather, knee high boots with their soaring pencil thin spiked heels were laid next to the nylons. God, KoKo had some of the sexist clothes he had ever seen! he thought.

Roger finally decided on KoKo’s hot magenta leather dress. The dress was skin tight, long sleeved, very low cut. The lower half of the dress was mid-calf length and zipped down the back all the way to the hem. If you zipped it all the way down the effect would be just like a hobble skirt. To go with the dress, he selected a matching pair of hot magenta leather elbow length kid gloves.

On KoKo’s dressing table were just a few of her wigs. After careful consideration, Roger selected a waist length wine red, side bang wig styled in loose curls. Carrying the dress, gloves and wig he went back to their bedroom and placed the clothing and accessories carefully on the bed.

Then, he went back to KoKo’s room for the jewelry that he wanted. A gold band collar necklace, long, dangling gold and diamante earrings and gold spurs for the boots. The last thing he took from KoKo’s room was her short, white fox fur vest.

Roger heard Chloe’s key in the lock, then the sound of the front door closing. He went out to let his wife in on his plans for her this evening. She was standing in the hall taking her jacket off when he entered the living room. Chloe was tall, almost Roger’s height with short brown hair, a nice body and great breasts. She was wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a t-shirt again!

Chloe! darling, pour me a glass of wine and get your ass in here, we’re going to have a special time tonight, you’re not going to believe what I’ve got in store for you!

Chloe just smiled and went into the kitchen. She came back with two wine glasses then went to the bar. After pouring a glass of red each, she handed him a glass and watched as he took a big gulp.

Guess who’s things you’re going to wear tonight darling! he said leering at her.

Chloe just smiled back at him, You know Roger, I’m really tired of dressing up like your $100.00 a night whore just so you can fuck me like a toy and drop me when you’ve gotten your rocks off. I don't enjoy it. Well, I didn’t enjoy the dressing at first and I still don’t enjoy the fucking, and I’ve been thinking, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

I don’t understand. What the fuck are you talking about?

Chloe smiled again, I know that you don’t yet understand Roger, but you will soon. As a first step, I’ve spiked your drink. You’ll soon find that you have no control over your movement.

No! Roger felt his head spin. What’s going on Chloe, you crazy bitch!? Chloe stood up and smiled at him, But don’t worry, its effects will pass in a little while. There we go. Even now you can’t move to put down your drink.

Roger went to move, but she was right, he was frozen. God Chloe, what are you going to do? Help me. This isn’t fucking funny.

I never hoped it would be funny, because I’m very serious. I couldn’t move a muscle in my entire body, yet I could still speak through clenched teeth, Chloe, What are you doing!

Chloe looked down at him, You see Roger, now it’s my turn. Instead of me dressing up as a new slut every night, I'm going to make YOU, into ‘my’ perfect, slut lover.

Chloe sat his drink down, then, gripping his arm, she slowly raised him to a standing position. Standing, yet totally helpless she took his hand and slowly guided him into their bedroom.

Please Chloe, we can work this out, Roger begged. Once there she began to strip him of all his clothes. She didn’t answer, but just smiled at him. Please Chloe, let’s not go any further. What are you talking about? What’s this perfect lover bullshit? Still Chloe didn’t answer but walked to her closet and opened the door. Now Chloe, stop this right fucking now!"

She ignored him totally, seemed not to even really hear him as she carefully pulled out a large box and, setting it on the bed in front of us, she continued, without a pause.

What the fuck do you think you're doing! You can’t do this to me!! he growled.

Suddenly Chloe turned and, with an evil glare sneered, Oh but my love, yes I can, cause I'm doing it right now!

Now she opened the box and pulled out a FemSkin Bodysuit. No, not so much a body suit as a latex sex doll without a head. The silicone was soft like flesh with a dark tan. Chloe sat him down onto the bed and, with ease, she began to slip the silicone skin bodysuit onto his frozen body.

First one leg then the next. The feet to the suit even had individual toes, each with a blood red painted toe nail. Roger felt Chloe pull the smooth silicone prosthetic, sliding it over his legs. This was not ordinary latex. It was