Across from her sat Stacy Richards and Ashley Peters, easily the two most popular girls in school. The rest of the now-silent table was filled with st...dents of an equally exalted social level."Well!" Ashley took the lead, as she always did in making fun of Karen. "Aren't we lucky. A visit from the school dyke!" Karen flinched as Ashley's cutting voice drew attention. The other students at the table were smiling and laughing, knowing what was coming."What's wrong? No other dykes to eat with.... The suit took care of that for him."What the hell?!" he cried involuntarily when the material simply closed around him, leaving no visible seam. Then, to his astonishment, the helmet, too, lowered into place over his head and a voice spoke into his ears in a warm contralto. "Reconfiguring, please wait."Lights flashed around the rim of the closed faceplate, and he felt the suit shift and reshape itself until it fit snugly at every point on his body. Suddenly, something poked at his anus."HEY!". She brushed my protests aside, and applied make-up on my face. Afoundation was used for my skin tone and then blush-on, eye-shadow,mascara etc. She also attached false eye lashes and applied a generouscoat of red lipstick on my lips. I must have looked very nice becauseRita said I looked gorgeous and was turning her on. Needless to say, thattransformation led to one steamy round of love-making. But that was theend of it and Rita didn't mention my transformation again, for a fewmonths at. That couldn't be healthy but, fuck it, I was nineteen. Cereal in hand, I headed upstairs. I took the steps two at a time. I gained the landing and found Dad coming out of the bathroom in only his boxers. He paused when he saw me, his dark hair mussed. He looked tired like he'd been up late last night.“No church?” I asked, my stomach twisting.“Overslept,” he said. He glanced at his door. I thought I heard giggling coming from his bedroom. I shook my head. Who would be in there? It must be his TV.