Controlled by a defective skinsuit (Patreon)

Deborah was never comfortable in her own skin. She was always feeling as if she never quite measured up to the beauty standards that society imposed upon her. It was during one of her late-night forays into the depths of the internet that she stumbled upon an advertisement for a magical skinsuit. It promised to transform the wearer's body into that of a breathtakingly beautiful woman, a promise that proved too alluring for Deborah to resist. She ended up settling on an Asian model she thought looked good.

With bated breath, she waited for the package to arrive. When it finally did, she eagerly tore into it, revealing the skinsuit and its seemingly realistic skin. She carefully stepped into it, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. As she pulled the zipper up, she felt a strange tingling sensation spread throughout her body, followed by an overwhelming sense of confidence and self-assurance.

The magical skinsuit had delivered on its promise. Her skin tingled and stretched while a strange and almost erotic desire fluttered through her. In fewer than five minutes, it had transformed Deborah into a stunning Asian beauty. She was skinnier, fitter, and sexier than ever before. And walking around in public made the investment even better. She loved the attention she got from people, feeling a newfound sense of self-worth that she had never experienced before. Her confidence skyrocketed, and she ended up buying low cut tops and revealing outfits to show off her transformed body.

Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as Deborah continued to wear the skinsuit. She had become so enamored with her new appearance that she couldn't bear to part with it, even for a moment. Ten days had passed since she first donned the suit, and she still couldn't bring herself to remove it. But one morning, as she stood in her bedroom, she finally decided it was time to take off the skinsuit. She reached for the zipper, but to her dismay, it had disappeared, seemingly melded into the fabric of the suit. Panic began to rise in her chest, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid gasps.

She spent the rest of the day researching ways to remove the skinsuit. Unfortunately, things were about to get worse. To her horror, she realized that she was no longer in control of her body. It moved of its own accord, her limbs seemingly possessed by some unseen force. Deborah felt a chill run down her spine as she stopped in front of the mirror and caught sight of her reflection.

Her face, still stunningly beautiful, wore a seductive smile that was entirely foreign to her. In that moment, she knew that the skinsuit was alive, and it had taken over her body. A voice, silky and smooth, emanated from her own lips, sending shivers down her spine.

"That took way too long," the voice purred. “Sorry, I would’ve possessed you sooner, but I had to really understand your secrets to slip into your life. I was one of the developers. I’m sorry that you were one of the unlucky ones, but your body’s mine now. And I’m not giving it up.” Deborah tried to speak. She couldn’t believe what was happening. All her body could do was forcefully laugh. “With time, the skinsuit will dissolve your mind, and all that’ll be left is me.”

The reality of her situation hit Deborah like a ton of bricks. She had allowed her desire for beauty and acceptance to cloud her judgment, and she had paid the price. She vowed, in that moment, that if the skinsuit ever released her, she would never wear it again. Sadly, that day would never come. Just before her mind would inevitably become absorbed by the skinsuit, Deborah would learn that Dr. Yvonne Maxine had placed her mind inside of her skinsuit in order to escape her inevitable death. She was an elderly woman who wanted a chance to be young again, and uploading her body into Deborah’s skinsuit was the ultimate method of survival.