Emily's Changes

The costume had been removed, and she was still there. She couldn't wait to look at herself, as a human, naked for the first time in the mirror. But the reflection was not what she hoped. Her form was not the voluptuous woman that seemed to fill the leotard as the living costume, but a truly average woman, a good six inches shorter than what the costume promised, with small breasts and short, mousy hair. She let out a sob and Jack hurried into the room. "What? How did that happen? Are you okay?"

"Physically, I'm fine. But emotionally, I'm filled with a mix of fear and desire. The costume has always been until now my body, an integral part of who I am, and now that it's gone, it feels like a loss. But I have so long wanted to be human, and experience life as everyone else does. But I now that have this chance, I'm nowhere the woman you desire!"

"Honey, I fell in love with your mind and soul while you were a living costume. Do you think me so shallow that I would stop loving you if your human body isn't the fantasy the costume displayed?"

"But, Jack, won't this make you unhappy?"

Jack responded, "I understand, Emily. The costume has created this magical bond between us. It has brought us so close. But you have wondered what this would be like for so long, and now you finally know. It'd be rotten of me to not accept you as you truly are."

"That's exactly what I've been thinking about, Jack. It's true that my being a living costume has given us incredible moments and experiences, but I've also been wondering if it's held me back from fully embracing who I truly am. I want to explore that side of me, but I'm scared of losing what we have."

"I won't lie, Emily. I don't want to see the costume go. It has become a symbol of our love and the adventures we've shared. I fear that without it, all the magic we've experienced will disappear. But my love for you is greater than my desire for the costume."

Jack gazed at her with tenderness, yet she couldn't help but see the disappointment in his eyes. Emily's heart sank as the fear of not meeting his expectations overwhelmed her. One of Jack's fears were released as the costume, puddled on the floor at her feet, had not disappeared. As they had agreed, he packed it into a box and put it in the closet. Emily reveled in her newly returned humanity, but with the costume gone, so too was her sensitivity and amorous nature. Oh, they kissed and cuddled, but sex was mostly off the table. She was by no means cold, but in comparison to the lustful fantasy, it felt that way. Worse yet, she didn't enjoy their sex anywhere near as much as she had in the living costume form.

Jack kept to his promises, however, and never complained. But Emily knew that a big part of what made their relationship special had been lost. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. She loved him all the more for his determination, but it was painfully obvious that her gain of humanity had been a blow to his manhood.

After a few weeks had passed, Emily began to believe that the magic that had previously affected her had now faded away. This normal life was everything she dreamed of, but the former living costume also found that a human body has lots of drawbacks. Hunger was an annoyance. Having to use the bathroom was terrible. And why do these human bodies have to smell so if they forget to bathe? But she knew every other human made do with this and carried on.

She thought that perhaps she could take a chance and bring back the image, if not the magic, of the costume to give Jack a thrill and help him overcome his sadness. But what if the spell of bonding were to return, with even greater force? Emily mustered the courage to put the costume back on for Jack but was paralyzed with fear. She sat next to Jack on the couch contemplating the consequences of this action. She was worried about the risks but was determined to take them for the sake of their love.

"Honey, I'm starting to think that the magic that made me the living costume might have faded by now.", she said. "Perhaps you should bring the box out and we can see if there is any reaction as you bring it closer to me."

He replied, "Are you sure? You've just now earned this victory. Yes, I'm missing what we had before, but I have committed to this path as I am totally committed to you, no matter who or what you are."

"I'm not ready to touch it yet, but bring it over here. I need to face this fear." Jack fetched the box containing the now inert costume and brought it into the room.

Nothing happened, so he inched the box closer and closer to her fearfully. She, too, was wide-eyed with concern for what might occur. Would it leap out of the box and consume her again? Even directly adjacent to her, with only the box and her jeans between her and that costume, and there was no reaction at all. Perhaps the magic was truly dissipated. "OK, honey, put it back. That's all I can handle for now."

As the winter snow slowly disappeared, she couldn't help but notice that with each passing day Jack's gloominess over the lack of sex and loss of his fantasy was not going away, it was getting worse. His self-esteem, buoyed by their magical time, was crashing again. Oh, they had gained much, but that had not fully compensated for what had been taken from him. Maybe she should risk making his fantasy real again, if only once, to help him break out of his funk. She again donned the costume and surprised him greatly. He was ecstatic but unsure if he should proceed. He said, "Oh, honey, I am so turned on. Thank you so much! But I worry. If we both became aroused, would you again become the living costume?"

She replied, "I do this willingly for you and our love." But she knew deep down that she would find it hard to become the living costume again, despite the thrills she knew lay down that path. She gazed into Jack's eyes and whispered, "I want to wear the costume again. I want to be your fantasy one more time." Jack hesitated, still unsure. But the lust in his eyes overpowered his concerns.

They began to kiss, and their passion ignited. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, and as they entered the bedroom and began their dance of ecstasy, she could feel the transformation taking place. The lines between the costume and her body began to blur. In that moment, she was again the living costume.

As Emily's body disappeared within the living costume, all her fears surged to the surface. Jack, lost in lust, fiercely held the living costume and expressed his passion for it in every way he could. Emily's soul felt as if she had sacrificed everything for him, and if she had a heart in this living costume form, it would have broken. But Jack was not yet spent, as his desire had been pent up for so long. As he continued fondling, fingering and fucking the costume, slowly but surely, Emily's sensuality as the living costume returned. She was changing back, just as feared.

But as they coupled with their last shared climax, the costume then faded, her body again reappeared, and this time, the costume was absorbed into the naked, human Emily. This was outside any possibility she had considered. Was she now fully human yet again, and had this destroyed the costume forever?

Concerned yet spent, she snuggled next to Jack and eventually they both fell asleep. The next day, Emily woke up to an unexpected surprise. Overnight the costume had reformed on her body, but it fit like real clothing and was not bonded to her tightly. "What now?" she thought, and Jack woke up to the sound of her voice within his head.

"Emily? Wait! You are here, but so is the costume, but you spoke telepathically! Are you you, or it, or what?"

Emily took off her mask and said, "I'm still me, but maybe more." Putting the mask back on, suddenly she transformed into the living costume again, but a moment later the costume disappeared, replaced by her naked human form again. "I don't believe it! Transformation without constraint?" In excitement, they spent the whole day testing how this new paradigm worked.

Thrilled with her newfound ability, she realized that she could choose between three forms at will: a human woman, a human woman in a normal costume, or the living costume itself. The transformational power of the living costume that allowed it to change shape, size and material now seemed to now imbue her physical body instead in this shared form of body wearing costume. While in the mixed "costumed woman" form, she could change the shape, size and color of her body parts and the costume would adapt to whatever form she had, but was locked in a default set of colors and style. She could also become various fantasy forms such as a golden metallic-skinned woman or even a demon with wings and tail sticking out through her costume. She could be and do so much more than ever before!

There were tradeoffs. Her amazing sensitivity and superhuman libido in living costume form were, in the mixed form or fully human form, reduced to those of a mere human. The living costume form never tired and needed no sustenance other than the physical form of Jack's sexual release, but as costume woman she needed to both absorb sperm plus eat and drink, and grew tired after a day's activity. As a living costume, the costume was magically indestructible, but as "costumed woman" it could be damaged. If damaged, her transformational powers ceased until over hours, days or even weeks passed, and during that time she was stuck in "costumed woman" form until it repaired itself. Her telepathic powers, however, remained active as both living costume and "costumed woman", so long as she wore the mask.

Shifting back and forth between forms without difficulty, she found that It was a dream come true, an unprecedented result they could not have imagined. She came to him naked and human and held him close. They shared a passionate, long kiss. "Oh, I love being able to feel you with my real, human hands and kiss you with my human lips!" she said, and then the costume appeared upon her body. "And I love being able to make yet more dreams come true!" as her body inside changed into a tall, green-skinned alien woman with waist-length black hair, to tease his inner Trekkie. "And let's not forget where this started!" echoed within Jack's mind as the body dissolved and he again held his greatest fantasy, the living costume. "My dream of humanity is true, your living costume is yours at any time, and we have a whole new universe of desire to explore!" echoed in his mind.

"You are a goddess," Jack said to the living costume in awe.

"No, honey, not A goddess." said the naked human woman next to him. She then morphed again, to become taller and more statuesque, becoming a perfect figure made of living marble wearing a costume. "YOUR goddess, and yours alone!"