Male Latex Lesbian

By Lilith

George approached the front desk of the hotel with a growing sense of excitement -- and more than a little nervousness. His friend from work, Patricia, had invited him to attend a costume party and he had readily agreed -- after all, she was stunningly attractive with her shoulder-length blond hair, sensual lips and soft, fully-rounded figure. But Patty had been very mysterious about the party, saying only that she must provide the costume he would wear and that she would meet him at one of the city's most luxurious hotels to get ready.

The conditions were somewhat strange but George accepted them. For more than a year he had hinted an interest in dating her during conversations at the office, but she had never bit. Her sudden invitation puzzled him, as did the intriguing instructions she had given him for their first date.

The desk clerk was a tall brunette with a name tag that identified her as Marcy. George cleared his throat and she looked up from her computer screen.

"Uh, excuse me," he said haltingly. "My name is George Thompson and I'm supposed to meet a friend here to get ready for a party. Her name is Patricia Hastings."

The brunette looked at him with undisguised interest and smiled. "Oh yes, Ms. Hastings told me all about the party she is taking you to," she said. "She had to run an errand, but she told me to give you a key to her suite and an envelope with some instructions for you to follow."

She reached into a drawer in the counter and retrieved a room key and an envelope. "It's room 537, fifth floor and to your right as you get off the elevator," she said, handing them to him and giving him a knowing wink. "She told me to stress that you should follow her instructions to the letter. Have fun!"

"Thanks," George responded, more perplexed than ever.

The suite was sumptuous, with oak cabinetry, a king-sized bed, leather furniture and a stand-up liquor cabinet with crystal stem ware. The window opened out on a small balcony with a view of the city and the river that wound through it. George lowered himself into a large and comfortable easy chair and opened the envelope.

"Dear George," the note inside read. "I've had my eye on you for some time now, but only decided to go out with you after I learned that you had played Zaza, the female impersonator, in 'La Cage Aux Folles' last spring." George's mind leapt back several months. He was a member of an amateur theatrical company that had performed the musical for an AIDS fund raising effort in May. He had enjoyed playing the part, and found dressing in women's clothing both artistically satisfying and -- to his surprise -- sexually titillating. But he had been a little worried about how people at his office might take his brief fling at drag. For that reason, he had not mentioned it at work, and he was somewhat surprised Patty had found out about his performance.

He read on: "Because I find you attractive -- and, as you have repeatedly made clear, you are attracted to me -- I went to the play on opening night. I enjoyed it very much -- and was aroused by seeing you in female guise. You see, I am bisexual and have mostly dated other women. I was impressed by how feminine you looked as Zaza -- and how convincingly you presented yourself as a woman -- not at all campy or overblown.

"That's when I decided that I wanted to go out with you -- only with you as a girl, not a boy. I have put together a female costume for you to wear to tonight's party that should disguise you so completely that you will not be recognized. However, you must wear the costume I have selected - for reasons that will become obvious to you later.

"Part of your outfit is in a trunk next to the bed. The rest is hanging up in the closet. Put on the items in the trunk first, then those in the closet. I will return at 6 p.m. You should be ready by then.

"Patricia."

George put down the letter, his heart racing with anticipation. Next to the bed was a large, navy blue footlocker. As he opened it and looked inside, he gasped: a woman's head -- complete with shoulder-length red hair and staring blue eyes -- peered back at him with an empty, expressionless gaze!

He gingerly pulled the head out and examined it closely. It was actually a highly detailed and carefully painted latex mask, mounted on a plastic foam wig stand, with a dark auburn wig snugly pulled down over its smooth rubber back. The mask was about an eighth inch thick overall, but was made of thicker latex in a variety of places where the features of the face had been molded, including the nose, cheekbones, lips and chin. The face was smooth, with a slightly matte finish and had been artfully made-up to compliment the red wig, with light blue eye shadow fading into white at the brow line, dark red lips, a pale pink blusher, false eyelashes and real hair glued on to form thin, elegantly arched eyebrows.

Lying underneath the mask in the trunk were a pair of flexible elbow-length latex gloves that were molded to look exactly like a woman's hands, complete with dark red plastic fingernails that had been glued into place at the end of each finger. He noted that the fingernails were painted with a polish that exactly matched the color of the lipstick on the full, well-shaped lips of the mask.

Placing the mask and gloves aside, George found that the trunk also contained a bizarre corset made of urethane foam, the same material as a skin-divers wet suit. The corset had an outer layer of pale flesh-colored latex painted over it to give it the smooth natural look of real skin, and was molded in such a way that it liked like a female body, complete with a carefully molded pair of high, round breasts and a pink vagina with flexible rubber lips. The garment had a hidden zipper that ran three-quarters of its length on one side as well as thin tank-style straps designed to almost disappear as they laid flat against the wearers shoulders.

The detailing on the corset was incredible. The garment had rooted public hair and a slightly protruding molded rubber navel. The nipples of the false breasts had been painted a purplish pink and stood up pertly. The legs came to the top of the thighs and were feathered to lie flat Through the rubber foam he could feel that the narrow waist of the garment was heavily boned with strips of steel to constrict the waist when it was zipped up, and the buttocks and hips were padded with thick foam latex to give the wearer a perfect hourglass figure.

George lifted one of the breasts with the tips of his fingers. It was filled with a liquid, and jiggled provocatively in a fleshy way as he fondled it. Inside the front of the garments bottom was a rubber sleeve to tightly constrict a male wearers penis directly behind the spot on the molded vagina where a real woman's clitoris would be. George gasped as he realized that the garment had been molded so that a man wearing it could have sex with another man and enjoy genital stimulation similar to that of an actual woman.

Along with the female torso corset, George found a black satin brassiere, a matching pair of sleek charmeuse panties, a sleek black garter-belt, charcoal-colored seamed stockings, and patent leather pumps with ankle straps and four-inch heels.

Hanging up inside the closet was a shiny black polyvinyl chloride dress cut with a mock turtleneck, a back zipper, and long sleeves that zipped tightly at the cuff. The slick, wet look of the dress was almost a match for the shiny black leather pumps. The dress's high turtleneck collar was designed to fasten in front with a pair of tiny stainless steel buckles, and an eight-inch wide PVC belt with six matching fasteners hung next to the dress.

George swallowed hard and glanced at his wristwatch. Patricia was supposed to return in 40 minutes. Vastly excited and thoroughly intrigued, he quickly stripped off his clothing and put on the costume.

He had shaved his body for the part of Zaza, and he found that he enjoyed the smooth sensation so much that he had continued after the play finished its all-too-brief three-day run. He was now thankful that he had kept his body completely smooth. Stepping into the foam-rubber corset, he pulled it up over his torso with some difficulty, guiding his genitals into the little compartment that had been molded to hold them. It was a very snug fit, and he had to struggle to pull up the garments zipper. The corsets waist was nearly ten inches smaller than his own, and it cinched him tightly at the sides, eliminating his slight love handles and the bulge of his tummy. The soft, realistic breasts, nipped-in waist and flaring hips and buttocks gave him the remarkably sexy female proportions of 42-30-45.

He looked at himself in the mirror with incredulity: the soft latex straps of the garment had all but disappeared against his skin, and the seam where the corset ended at the tops of his thighs was almost invisible. Where the mirror had formerly reflected a slim and well-endowed man, his body now had an unmistakably feminine appearance, complete with breasts and a slightly bulging mons veneris covered with soft, curly light brown hair.

George donned the brassiere, slipping its satiny cups over the soft, jiggly breasts that protruded from his chest. His reflection in the mirror was striking. The counterfeit nipples protruded slightly through the thin satiny cups of the bra, giving his new female figure an aroused look. He pulled on a pair of ebony satin panties and strapped the garter belt around his slim new woman's waist, fastening the little hooks carefully on the side. He sat down on the bed to roll the black nylons upover his smooth legs, taking care to make sure the seams remained straight at the back. Clipping the stockings into the garter belt's suspenders, he pulled the straps up to give them a snug fit. It's a good thing that I have experience wearing this kind of clothing, he thought to himself with a slight smile.

Checking himself in the mirror, he could see he had the figure of a young, rather tall woman. He stepped into the pumps and felt the counters slip up over his nylon clad heels smoothly: they were a perfect fit. After weeks of auditioning stage movement in heels for the play, he found the pumps comfortable and easy to walk in despite the height of their heels.

Next came the female hand gloves. To make them easier to put on, the inside of the gloves had been powdered with talcum. The hands fit tightly, however, so it took time to ease them up over his hands and forearms. They reached almost to his elbows. He placed his hands on his hips and pirouetted in front of the mirror. The gloves were smooth and flexible and felt surprisingly thin. They seemed uncannily realistic!

He removed the auburn wig from the mask. At its back the molded latex head had a small nylon fly that ran from the bottom of its neck to the top of the head, allowing him to slip the mask off its plastic stand. Examining the inside of the face, he could see that the irises of its eyes were actually made of transparent plastic with a blue tint. The interior of the masks elegantly molded nose contained nostrils that consisted of a pair of short, thin latex tubes made to slip inside the wearers own nose.

The design was cunning and extremely lifelike. He smoothed his own hair down with his hands and slipped the face of the mask over his own, hooking its front over his chin and pulling the crown back smoothly over the top of his head with a slight rubbery rustle. He used the delicately molded ears as handles to pull the sides of the face back, stretching the mask so that the holes in its ears were centered over his own. Initially he found the feel of the nostril tubes inside his nose disconcerting, but he soon got used to it and was able to breathe normally through the narrow apertures. The mask fit snugly over the crown of his head, and the female features smoothed over his own with a slippery feel. He stretched the back of the mask slightly to make the flaps overlap and pulled the zipper down from its crown, sealing the rubber head shut with a quiet rasp. The mask was made to fit tightly over his own neck, covering it completely, and it overlapped his shoulders and chest with a thin, cool flap of smooth-feeling rubber. The inside of the mouth was molded almost like a baby's pacifier with a soft and flexible rubber flange that fit between the masks lips and the wearers. Using his latex covered female hands, he adjusted the mouth slightly to guide the flange into place.

Looking into the mirror, he could not believe the transformation. An apparently bald-headed woman stared back from the glass at him with a sensual pout and an impassive expression in her eyes. He picked up the wig and slipped it over the masks bald top, tucking it here and there into place. It was a shoulder-length cut with soft curls, loose bangs and a part on the right side. Now his transformation was complete: if it had not been for the latex flaps of the mask lying over his shoulders, and the sudden change in flesh color where his latex woman's hands ended and his male upper arms began, he looked like a perfectly normal -- and perfectly lovely -- female.

Walking to the closet with a woman's short heel-to-toe stride, George unzipped the PVC dress and removed it rom its hanger, then stepped into it, pulling it up over his padded and latex-covered hips, back and shoulders, and zipping it at the rear. The dress's high collar and long sleeves completely covered the overlap of his long latex gloves as well as the neck and shoulders of the flexible rubber mask. With only a little difficulty due to the rubber gloves he was wearing, he fastened the dress's buckles at his throat and cinched the PVC belt around his tightly corsetted midsection.

The skirt was snug -- almost a hobble -- and ended about six inches above his knees. The sheen of the dark, seamed nylons gave definition to his smooth, well-formed legs and the high heels of the pumps altered his posture in such a way that his roundly padded buttocks protruded slightly. He could see clearly though the lenses of the mask, which had been treated with some type of chemical that prevented them from fogging from the small amount of his breath that was not channeled out the masks nostrils through the narrow latex tubes. He smiled, and the incredibly flexible lips of the mask smiled back at him. He opened his mouth in the tiny O of a mock kiss and the masks mouth made a flirtatious miou back at him.

This is something else! he said quietly, watching in amazement as the artificial woman's face in the mirror moved with his words. Getting into the female part completely, he strode back to the closet with a quick balance-beam walk that swung his hips in a provocative way, and fished a package of filter-tipped cigarettes from the inside pocket of his sports jacket. Returning to the mirror, he studied his reflection as he shook one of the smokes from the package, placed it between the masks full, red lips, and lit it with a wooden match from a box on the bureau.

His rubber-gloved hand looked graceful as his removed the cigarette from his latex woman's mouth and exhaled a thin plume of smoke through the masks nostrils. The outfit was so snug and constricting that it felt like some sort of exotic bondage costume. He felt incredibly aroused -- and extraordinarily sexy! He could feel his penis straining inside the artificial vagina of his tight rubber female torso corset.

Behind him, he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. He spun around to see Patricia enter the room, carrying a large suitcase. She stared at him in silence for a moment, a broad grin spreading across her face, then set down the suitcase and walked towards him, examining him appraisingly. Posing with one hip thrust forward provocatively, George took a drag from his cigarette and let the smoke slowly flare from the nostrils of his latex face. Smiling, Patricia took the cigarette from his hand and took a puff herself, inhaling deeply and expelling the smoke in a thin stream from her mouth. She gently replaced the cigarette between his latex lips, folded her arms and grinned again.

"Fantastic," she said finally. "You look simply incredible, dear. What do you think of the outfit I picked for you?" George placed his latex covered hands on his hips and turned to look at himself in the mirror again. "It's incredible," he murdered watching his new rubber face speak the words. "This must have cost a fortune. Where in the world did you get it?"

Patricia moved next to him, put her arm around his dainty waist and admired his image in the looking glass. "I have a friend who works for a shop that specializes in latex fetish clothing for women," she said. "The stuff she does for the shop is wild, but she also designs even wilder special order stuff that she molds and fabricates at home. She has been making these beautiful female masks for the last couple of years, but never put them up for sale. I saw them when I stopped by her apartment for a drink about two months ago, and that's when I hatched the idea of asking you to come with me to this costume party."

Glancing at her watch, she added, "Speaking of which, we have about a half hour until it starts. Why don't you sit over there on the couch and finish your cigarette while I get into my costume."

George did as he was told, sitting down daintily on the couch. He crossed his nylon-clad legs demurely, enjoying the slight friction as the stockings rubbed against each other, tapped the tip of his cigarette into a glass ashtray on a side table and watched as she got ready.

Patty unzipped the back of her teal blue linen dress and slipped it down over her hips. Underneath she was wearing a black charmeuse bra and panties and an ebony garter belt and nylons identical to the ones she had provided for him. As she stepped out of the dress and adjusted the straps on her bra, he realized that her soft, curvy body was the model from which his torso-corset had been molded! Her round full breasts matched those of the rubber torso perfectly, and her hips, buttocks and trim waist were nearly identical to the foam rubber body he was wearing under his PVC dress.

Patty pulled her shoulder-length blond hair back into a ponytail with a sure quick motion and slipped an elastic around it to hold it off the back of her neck. She swung her large suitcase on the bed and opened it, extracting a nylon stocking which she pulled down over her ears and ponytail. The stocking pinioned her hair against her head in a slight lump and she took a moment to tuck the loose strands up underneath it.

Reaching into her case again, she extracted a latex mask and wig identical to the ones George was wearing. She quickly opened the back of the mask, pulled it over her stockinged head smoothly and zipped the rear tightly shut. She turned back toward him with the same pouty expression and blank stare that George's new female face wore, smoothing the base of the mask over her shoulders with a few pats.

She extracted a pair of latex hands from the case and wriggled them over her own, stretching her fingers to fit them smoothly and tightly into the gloves. Then she slipped the auburn wig over the masks bald crown and tugged it down into place, fluffing the long tresses over her shoulders and back.

Turning back to George she placed her hands on her ample hips and used the flexible lips of the mask to smile at him. Come over here, she said, crooking a finger at him invitingly. It was eerie to hear her voice coming out of a strangers latex face. George rose to do as she bid, his member straining excitedly inside the firm restraint of his rubber female torso.

She placed her arms around his neck and pressed her mask's lips against his own in a long, passionate kiss. George's head felt light inside its rubber hood. His masks lips transmitted sensation almost as if he was wearing nothing at all and he could feel the pressure of Patty's mouth through the two layers of latex. He pressed back against her, opening his mouth slightly inside the mask. Her tongue darted inside his mouth and he moaned with passion. My eyes are open while she kisses me, he thought to himself. I am watching her mask's eyes stare into mine. I wonder if she is doing the same thing inside her mask?

After a few moments, she pulled gently away. "Whew -- honey, that's enough of that for now! We are going to end up being late to the party. Reaching into her case, she pulled out a PVC dress that was the twin of the one George wore over his feminized frame. She slipped it on quickly and turned to him with a gesture. "Zip me up , dear," she murmured inside her latex face. "We need to be on our way." George did as he was told and when he was finished she turned, took his hand and led him to the large mirror on the wall. "Look!" she commanded.

He could scarcely believe his eyes: in the mirror before him were two women who were almost exactly identical -- and totally desirable. Only with effort could he be sure that he was actually a little larger physically than Patty -- with a bigger bust and hips and an inch or two more in height. Otherwise, they were exactly the same, with matching beautiful faces, blue eyes, red hair, lipstick nails -- even the same outfits.

"Incredible, isn't it?" she said, as if she were reading his mind. Turning her impassive mask's eyes toward him, she added in a low voice," And amazingly sexy from my point of view!" Leaning toward him a last time, she brushed her latex lips against his and gently caressed his latex cheek with her hand. "Now, let's go!" she said, leading him to the door impatiently. "I am looking forward to a night of total sybaritic pleasure."

As George followed her out of the room, he felt an ecstatic combination of fear, sexual arousal and anticipation. So am I, he thought to himself. Honey, so am I!

(To be continued)