| One in a Million By Lucy Yip Before: "Will you knock it off with this shit?!" Linda was finally reaching the limits of her patience with Ron�s "kinky" ideas. She�d been dating him for almost two years now, and while she felt they got along very well�as in most relationships there were certain things one had to put up with. Ron had a lot of things to put up with. It wasn�t that he possessed a number of bad habits. He wasn�t drunk all the time, or did drugs, or even fooled around. Linda might have been able to put up with that. No, the problem was, Ron was deep into fantasy of the sexual kind. They�d been seeing each other in a sexual way for about five weeks before Linda was asked if she�d "wear something to bed." The outfit consisted of a teddy, nylons, and heels. Linda didn�t really mind; it was, in fact, the first time she�d ever done that, and she found it a little exciting�particularly when Ron�s reaction was to screw her brains out. Then a few months after that he bought her this red leather mini dress and matching knee high boots�and asked her to wear it when they went to the mall. Linda felt all eyes on her, something she sort of dug. She knew she was being eyed as a sex object; it was sort of cool. Then when they were home, Ron propped her up on the kitchen table and did her about as hard as she�d ever been done. But little by little things started to get stranger�at least to her. Ron had her wearing boots and a leather corset to bed three, four times a week. He was spending a lot of money on her footwear, which seemed to be nothing but very high heels, platforms, boots . . . anything like that. More and more he wanted her to wear these short skirts and dresses which barely hid her ass� Then he dressed her in leather and tied her up. Very light bondage stuff, but Linda was starting to get a bit freaked out when Ron started using a ball gag and dildos on her. Then there was the time he tired her up, put a vibrating butt plug up her ass, and jerked off in her face . . .. Even with all that, she didn�t bolt and run. She figured it was only sex, and to be honest Ron didn�t do anything to harm her. But the thing that really turned Linda off� The rubber dress. She came home one day and found a package waiting for her. Inside was this thing . . . it was a dress, cut in the front so that it looked like your body could be seen through these panels. And it didn�t cover your breasts at all . . . but worst of all, it was made of rubber. The note indicated Ron wanted her to put it on and come over� And that was it. Short bimbo outfits and leather gear she could handle�but to her, putting on this latex shit . . . she might as well have "I�m my boyfriend�s fuck toy!" tattooed on her forehead. No way was she wearing this! Ron was less than receptive to this news. "What wrong with it, honey?" "Are you shitting me?" Linda almost threw the dress at him. "This is . . . I mean, it�s disgusting! No one wears this shit in public!" "Sure they do." "Name one person�" "Roseanne Barr did once�" Linda rolled her eyes. "Fuck me, so what?! Like she�s the Queen of Fashion?" Sitting down hard on the sofa, Linda looked Ron in the eyes and told him, "I will not go this far with your fantasies, Ron. I am not your fuck toy; I am not your fetish doll that you wind up and do anything you want her to do! I draw the line at this." Ron, however, didn�t really see it that way. "But, honey, don�t you know how hot you�ll look in this?" "Bullshit!" "But it�s true. Millions of guys love the way women look in latex. They love the way it contours to a woman�s body, how it brings out their curves�how it makes them look so sexy. I�d love to see you in this dress. It would be so�" "Hot. I know." Linda crossed her legs and folded her arms. "Will you knock it off with this shit?! These rubber-coated bitches turn on guys because rubber is a fetish thing; it�s not the sort of clothes you�d see women wearing to do the shopping! So forget about it! I�m not putting it on." She gave him a hard stare. "If you like it so much, why don�t you try it on?" "Believe me, honey," he said with a straight face, "If I were a good looking woman like you, I�d wear it all the time." It just went downhill from there, with a lot of yelling and fighting. Ron, though, was pretty persistent, and the more Linda fought it, the more he tried to get her to at least try on a few latex things. But she was having none of it. She was not a "Rubber Maid," and she wasn�t about to give it on this issue. As she walked around the mall she began to realize that she might have to either give into Ron�or leave him. Particularly in light of their last few sexual encounters. Ron was starting to get a little rough . . . she figured he was going to show her who the boss was by "dominating" her and getting her under his control. Linda wasn�t that worried�yet. But she was a pretty small girl, and Ron, while not huge, was still a lot bigger than she was. There was the fear that he might go a little too far if she completely blew him off and . . .. "And that could be a problem, my dear." She looked over to the shop entrance�which she could have sworn had been closed up only two days ago when she was here . . .. The old man in the bathrobe motioned Linda over. "You know, there are way of dealing with guys like your boyfriend, Linda�" "How�d you know�" "Your name? Trust me; I do. Now, about Ron�s latex fetish . . . he mentioned about what he�d do if he had a body like yours�" His eyes ran up and down Linda�s frame. "Perhaps I could interest you in something . . .." Now: The last couple of weeks had been very hard, as far as Ron was concerned. Linda was being very unreasonable about such a little thing . . .. He�d never known that Linda would be so aghast at wearing latex. She seemed okay with just about everything else, but when it came to rubber�man, what an up-tight little bitch. For a while it looked like they were on the outs; something that Ron wasn�t ready for, to be honest. He figured he�d have to use a little persuasion to keep her close at hand�and maybe to get into something tight and stretchy. But, surprises of all surprises, Linda wanted to get together for dinner. At her place. With the promise of showing him "something special." Maybe she was coming around? Entering her place he noticed the candles on the table, plates out, wineglasses, the odors from the kitchen . . . and the package on the sofa. "How you doin�?" he called out. Linda walked him over to the sofa. "I�m fine, Ron." She was wearing a very short mini dress, no stockings or heels. It looked like something she could get out of in a hurry. "Why don�t you relax while I finish up . . ." She saw him eyeing the package. "Interested?" "Of course." She handed him the gift-wrapped package. "It�s for you," she told him, a smile on her face. "For tonight?" "Probably . . .." He shook it, but the weight told him the contents were probably clothing. "Can I open it?" "Go right ahead." It didn�t take him long to rip open the package and open it. Inside was a dress, a black dress . . . it actually looked like the latex dressed he�d given Linda a few weeks ago. There was a note on the top. Ron picked it up and read, "Hope you enjoy the new dress." "What the fuck is this�" he stared to say. But he couldn�t finish his statement. Instantly his body lifted off the couch . . . he was suspended in mid-air, something holding him in place, but he couldn�t tell what. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two things: Linda laughing�and the dress rising out of the box and coming towards him. When it touched him� It was as if he�d been doused in cold water, and then he was hit with an electrical current. He was in a lot�no, tremendous pain. He didn�t know how he could stay awake through this. It was as if he skin was crawling . . . he was spinning around, disoriented. He didn�t know what was happening to him, but he had no control over his body. He began to spin even faster, the room becoming a blur. It was then he noticed his hair. It was getting longer! And it looked�blond. He didn�t understand it�nor did he understand the feeling that something was being wrapped around his body, growing tighter . . .. And just as quickly he found himself in a heap on the floor. He quickly gathered his wits. Then almost lost them. His hair�his long, blond hair�was in his face. This is like chick�s hair, he thought. Then he got a look at his hand. His fingers were no longer stubby and thick, but thin, graceful . . . feminine. His nails were buffed white and long . . .. And his sleeve . . . but he hadn�t been wearing long sleeves! The sleeve of his outfit looked to be made of leather�no, latex. It was most definitely rubber. He dropped his hands to his legs�which seemed bare. He looked down and saw a pair of thin legs appearing out of a hemline� That was it. Ron was screaming�screaming in a high pitched girl�s voice. "What�what the fuck happened?" he yelled, trying to get to his feet. Linda was there, but rather than helping she pushed him down. "Stay down there, you little bitch!" she yelled back. "How you like it now, honey?" "Like . . . like what?" He couldn�t get used to that voice . . . and his hair. And Linda looked so big . . .. She pulled out a mirror. "How you like this now, Ronnie?" she asked in a mocking voice. Ron saw that he�d somehow become a woman. And a very hot one at that. He seemed young, early 20�s at least. Blond hair, blue eyes, thick, kissable lips ripe for sucking cock� But his outfit. He was wearing the dress he�d given Linda. It wasn�t so much the dress that bothered him as the tits filling out the front� "I�m a chick?" he asked. He saw his mouth move, and heard the words, but he still couldn�t believe� "You sure are!" Linda tossed the mirror aside. "And a pretty hot one in that rubber dress, let me tell you. You know, you were right; girls do look better in latex� "This isn�t possible!" he screamed. "You can�t�" Linda grabbed him by his now-tiny wrist and jerked him to his feet. He received his second shock; he was so incredibly small. Linda was only 5� 3", but with both of them in their bare feet, Ron was looking right at her mouth. I must only be five foot tall. Maybe less, he thought. "It is true, and I did it!" Linda yelled in his face. "But wait . . . you aren�t finished dressing, Ron . . ." Linda hurried out of the room, and returned with a few things. She threw a pair of nylons at him. "Put these on!" "But�" "Put them on, you cunt! Do it now!" Ron sat and began rolling on the nylons as fast as possible. The moment they were both on they began to change. In seconds, the stockings went from being sheer black nylons into shiny back rubber that fit his legs like a second skin. "What the�" "Put these on, too!" Linda handed him a pair of slip on loafers. As with the stockings, the moment Ron had them both on they began to change. Ron was soon wearing black patent leather platform heels with what seemed like five-inch heels. At least now when she stood she was taller than Linda was� "My, you are looking good," she smirked. "But there�s on last thing you need . . . would you like to help me?" "Please, don�t . . ." Ron was starting to cry. He couldn�t help it. It was like all of a sudden he was filled with these chick emotions� "Oh, you�ll like this." Linda took him by the hands. "Would you repeat after me?" "Ye�Yes." "I would like big tits." "I would like . . . bit tits." Ron was almost sobbing now. "I would like huge tits." "I wou�would like hu�huge tits." "I would like FF cup tits." "I would like . . . FF . . . cup tits." He last words were but a whisper. "You got it�" Linda jumped back. It was as if someone had attached a hose to Ron�s chest and turned it on. His breasts began inflating rapidly. From a small B cup he shot past C and into D, and began straining the material when he got to what he figured was E. When he finally reached a huge, impossible FF cup size, he�d have fallen on his face had not Linda caught him. "There you go," Linda said, righting him. "Now you are the sort of girl that a lot of guys will want!" Ron spent the next few moments touching himself, examining his new body�even getting a bit of a thrill when he ran his fingers across his now erect nipples. He didn�t even want to check his crotch� "What have you done?" "Isn�t it pretty fucking obvious?" Linda was laughing out loud now. "I�ve turned you into a girl. But not just any girl, Ron. You are a latex girl in the best way. As you�ve seen, you�re body seemed to crave that style of clothing. In fact, anything you put on will change into latex. Anything. Except your shoes, which�" She nodded at his feet. "Well, they�ll change so you look�sexy." "But you can�t do this?" "You already told me that. But it�s done, so . . . fuck it. You�re a latex girl, Rona. I guess that�s what we should call you now�" "Change me back!" Rona was crying anew, and hard. "Can�t, honey. You�re stuck." Then this wicked grin crossed her face. "Well, almost�" "What? What?! Is there a way to change me back to a man?!" "Actually . . . there is." Linda sat down. "You told me that millions of guys love to see women in latex. So�" "WHAT?!" "You get a million guys to help you out of that dress�any dress or outfit�and you�ll change back." Ron let the information sink in. A million guys? "But, that�s�" "A lot?" "Yeah. But . . . if they get me out of this dress�" "They�ll probably want to fuck you." "Y�Yeah." "And that�s the key, baby. You have to be helped out of the outfit, and then fucked. No sucking dick, no hiking up the dress and fucking like that; have them undress you, get you bare naked, and then do the nasty." She chortled. "And do it a million times." Ron�Rona started crying hard. I got to fuck a million guys?! That�s impossible! I can�t find . . . It seemed hopeless. But Rona had to admit there was no other way. It was either that�or be trapped as this rubber bitch the rest of her life. Rona headed for the door. "Going somewhere?" Linda asked. "I�m going out to get a man," Rona replied. "Really?" Rona stopped before opening the door. "I�m going to get laid, and get it again, and again . . . and then, when I�m back to being Ron, I�m going to come over here and beat your fucking ass!" Linda nodded. "You do that, honey. I�ll be waiting." Rona left, slamming the door behind her. Reclining on her sofa, Linda sighed, glad to be over this�scene. Then she smiled. "Guess the stupid bitch was too upset to do the math . . .." Much Later: Jan wanted into the club in Amsterdam, and the first thing he saw was the girl in the red latex mini dress and boots. She was a dream come true. He couldn�t believe there were actually women like her walking about�even in a city this decadent. "And how are you tonight?" he asked in badly accented Dutch. "I�m fine," the girl replied in English. Jan knew quite a bit of English. "That�s good. Drink?" "Please." After the drinks arrived, Jan began chatting up the lady, who introduced herself as Rona. Jan had to admit she was a real looker, even for an American. She was also very up front� "Jan, I get the feeling you�d like to fuck me," she told him. "Ja, that would be good," he said, nodding. "What�s your rate?" "Straight up fuck for 200 Euro." "Das is cheep!" "I�m a cheep girl," she said. "Only thing�" "Ja?" "You�ll have to help me out of this dress. It�s a little�tight." Jan was about to rip it off her right now. "Can I fuck you after with your wearing it?" "All night if you want." "Das ess goot!" He took her by the hand. "You have a place?" "Sure do . . .." Rona flagged down a cab, and started thinking. She was doing what she need to get back to being Ron. She�d come to Amsterdam, where prostitution was legal and getting a job hooking wasn�t a problem. And she began fucking guys� But there was a problem. Guys did love girls in latex. And they loved to fuck them. Most of the time, though, they wanted to fuck them while they were wearing latex. Which meant� Which means I don�t get this dress off very much. Most of the guys want to do me dressed, and for every guy who does undress me, nine others want to fuck and cum on my outfits. And there was something else. To Rona�s surprised she discovered that she had to fuck a million guys. Or at least she thought that was the case. Linda must have fucked something up when she transformed her. Or maybe she did this last thing on purpose. Rona remembered what a bitch she�d been, even after all these years. It still bothered her that Linda was dead and buried; she�d so wanted to beat the shit out of her after she turned back into Ron� But when the hell is that going to happen? She thought. I�ve fucked at least 150 guys a year the way I�m suppose to�but I�ve only done about 17,000 over the last 113 years. At this rate, it�ll take another . . . 6,600 years or so to stop being Rona. To stop fucking men. To stop wearing this shit . . .. The cab asked, "Where to?" Rona gave the cab her address. As it lifted off and headed for her apartment in London, she wondered if she would ever really die� Or if she were cursed to live in rubber forever. The End |