Deviation Actions
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Here's that comic I worked on so you can check it out:
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It was a winter’s night, cold and dark in the forest, and Harry was in dire need of a warm fire. As the snow was falling very heavily, he would have no luck with his tinder box and a pile of kindling. He was a few miles from the nearest town, and was beginning to regret getting out of his car to search for help. He saw a light in the distance, but couldn’t believe his eyes when it became clear that it was a cabin! An actual cabin populated by someone! There was even smoke coming from the chimney. He could already feel his body warming.
The owner of the cabin was quite a strange man, not particularly talkative and with a weird manner about him, but he granted Harry an invitation inside, on the condition that the young man change out of his sodden clothes. Harry agreed enthusiastically, while his host explained he rarely had any visitors at all, and having a young man come to his door was a rare thing. He laughed he’d prefer a woman, but Harry could understand that.
He didn’t understand the clothing he was provided with. Just a grey onesie, whilst being told it was all the owner of the cabin had. Harry took it next door, but realised something was wrong as he slipped it over his feet. He felt a strange smooth feeling as the material slipped over his calves and feet, and looked down to his surprise to see his feet had shrank a few sizes, and his nails were now painted pink. Everywhere the onesie had touched was now smooth and feminine, and his calves were now more defined whilst more womanly too. He heard the sound of the cabin’s owner in the next room, and the sound of his clothes being hung up by the fire. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t escape into the rain, but it didn’t look like he could stay if he didn’t put the onesie on. It was a choice between death or something uncertain. He did what he had to do.
The onesie looked baggy in the chest and hip regions, with the thighs thick and waist small, but as he pulled the cloth over his skin, it fit him like a glove. He felt the unimaginable horror of having breasts fill the chest part, with the nipples raising against the soft fabric and blonde hair falling around his head as he zipped up the hood. He turned around to find his host had intruded on the bedroom, but couldn’t find the words to protest. Something inside his new body told him that if he let himself be unzipped, he was going to have a very, very, very good time. In fact, she probably wasn’t ever going to need to leave the cabin again. The wind howled that night, but the new woman only stifled a soft and satisfied moan.
I answer to Harriet . I remember my life and childhood growing up as a boy and young man when I came to this door . How I was wet and cold and Samuel offered me shelter and warmth . Samuel tells me that he wants me to stay with him but I can leave if that is what I really desire .
He told me that , the morning after I first stepped through his front door . We talk , I love talking with Samuel , listening to him , wandering through the woods with him . I find him to be the most comfortable man , person I have ever known that I've been around .
I've worn the onesie many times since being here but Sam says it is my choice . At any time I can put it on and by will of my mind I can be the young man that I was when first coming here . Samuel assures me it is my choice , The onesie is enchanted , was enchanted when he offered it to me that first night . He says he has no control over it or what it has done to my , to my body , this fine female I am . Samuel claims he tested it himself when he first acquired it , he sys he spent a week playing with her pussy and know what having one feel like and how it feels to walk around with breast hanging and bouncing . He says look at him and all I see is a strong woodsman in front of me .
Samuel did say he would prefer a woman had come to his door but the onesie senses the person , What that persons real desire is of the person who puts it on . There must have been something in my psyche unknown to me that wanted to be a woman shaped the way I look , my personal fantasy woman is what I am.
Samuel says he has only had a couple previous visitors before me . Long before me that put on the onesie and he said the same thing to them about preferring a woman and both of them did indeed become women same as myself , they had different bodies and skin coloring but definitely both became passionate women . He told them both the same as me the morning after experiencing orgasms as a woman . The first man stayed with him a week and changed , leaving as the man he was when he showed up at Samuel's door . Sam led him out to his vehicle and getting it started , sent him on his way . The second man became a different woman she had darker skin tone similar to an India Indian with appropriate features , breast very full with dark eyes and gaunt face . She stayed with him 6 weeks and said this is her fantasy body , she has enjoyed her time with him but she wants to leave as this woman she is . He gets her to her vehicle and she kisses him and thanks him , then drives away . From what Samuel says .
I have been with him long enough that I believe his story about the men .
I have been with Samuel 3 years and have had no desire to change or leave him but I have asked if he is willing to add another room on the cabin . Maybe something large enough to house a couple children . I know we have been very careful and I do have monthly cycles .
He assures that in 6 months there will be a 20X20 room added an a larger fireplace before winter snows arrive .
i know thier is no desire in my heart to ever leave Samuel .