The Occult – Felica 2

The game did this to me, and it has completely broken me, I could not even gain the smallest victory over the curse it has placed upon me. Everything I see on the leopard was now a part of me, I loved the leopard in the mirror; the exotic latex wet dream which stood before me, its eyes so inviting, innocent, and gleamed with naughtiness. Then I would hate it for everything it had taken from me, and the unwanted gifts I received in exchange.

I cupped a hand of water and smeared it on my latex cheeks, to clean off the black scars my permanent eyeliner left on my gleaming, spotted face when I attempted to remove it. My fetish heels clicked, and my hefty breasts tested the tight latex stretched thin over my responsive flesh. I wobbled towards the toilet paper roll to dry my face. Strength slowly returned to my legs, weak from the delicious feast of sensations my female body had to offer to my male mind for the First Time. The thought of the waves of electrifying bliss flushed my cheeks and renewed the warmth in the moistness where my manhood should have been.
I experimented with how I walked, I tried to avoid using the six inch heel, focusing solely on the ball of my foot, not a good idea. With some hesitation, I stepped forward with the long gleaming black heel, planting it into the ground before stepping forward. With, slow, wobbly, steps the heels brought me to the toilet paper, as I tried to bend my back to reach the toilet paper; I was reminded of my unyielding corset, tears gathered behind my eyes waiting for my emotional dam to burst, but I stayed strong. I bend my knees, a slow creaking came from the skin of my joints as my body lowered. I steadied my balance on my heels before reaching out for my reward.

My latex skin gave irritating squeaks as I returned to an upright position. I bury my irritation and return to the mirror with cautious clicks from my heels, one black glossy heel in front of the other. Keeping my legs together and reducing my stride helped with balance. I watched my sexy leopard body move closer towards the mirror gleaming in the light, looking up helped with my balance more. With the balance came an enticing feline sway in my hips, I was sickened at how feminine I had become, but if it came to swaying my hips or being winded again, the choice was obvious. I straightened my back, pushing my breasts out, my second skin stretches to prevent my breasts from escaping, teasing my nipples. With that, I’ve done it, I’ve found my center of balance.

The sense of achievement quickly turned into more despair as I was no closer to retrieving my manhood. Fresh tears leaked from the leopard’s dark eyes. I dabbed the paper over the it’s human skin surrounding its eye, to avoid spreading water to the corrupting black eyeliner, creating more of a mess than before. With a few more sobs and dabs of the paper , prefect, the leopard did not look like an upset goth anymore. She was a latex vixen again, save the slightly red puffy eyes. My mind retaliated, reminding me who the leopard was. NO, I didn’t WANT to be a latex vixen, this isn’t NORMAL. I reached down to turn off the tap, and realized that my polished, red nails were not damaged from the campaign against the latex. Not the slightest dent, scratch or damage to the coloring. NO, this too? I already knew the answer deep within me, that this has also become a permanent part of my new twisted body. Yet the nails attacked each other in the running water, emerging unscathed. I wrapped my fingers around the tap, staring at the light reflecting off of my manicured nails, and turned off the water.

The leopard`s gaze was blank, as our eyes met, blank like my mind. The latex had imprisoned me, took my identity away, broke me, it has won. My mind was blank, as butterflies slowly settled into my stomach, a sickly feeling, stirring in my abdomen. There was also a heavy feeling around the same area, a downwards feeling, like a kind of pressure… leading to the crotch area.