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"S-stay the fuck back! I swear, you wee creep, don't come near!"

"I-I'm not, okay?! Jeez, relax! I'm not coming any closer."

A tense staredown in the fire exit.

"You... you didn't see anythin', a'right?! A-and if you did... naebody would believe you! It's ma word against yours!"

The combative girl's eyes are shot wide. How could she be so careless? Was he hiding in there to catch her? The one time she has to get changed in the office...

"I... alright. I'm not going to tell anyone anything. I swear it. Calm down, for god's sake."

He catches his breath, open palms showing as he held his ground. If he had any intentions of exposing her secrets, he'd have done it before now. No, this was a chance to find out why she insisted on hiding in the stockroom every other shift, why she was in such a panic when he'd walked in on her half-naked. Why she was half-naked in the first place...

She still coiled before him, teeth gritted, fear pulsing. Letting someone find out was the one crucial thing she mustn't allow.

"Then what the fuck do you want, huh?"

"I just... want to know. I'm just curious. Please, tell me... why you have a seam running down your back?"

Emerald eyes stared at blue ones with distrust and anxiety. "No. I don't. I cannae tell you."

"Why not? I think I have a pretty good idea, to be honest."

"Oh, aye? Y'think you do?"

He took a step forward, unfettered, polished shoes on concrete. "Yeah, actually. This is the first time I've ever seen a genuine Zintech suit in person... Honestly, it's pretty incredible. So convincing I wouldn't even have clocked you otherwise."

Even her cheeks flushed red, so realistic and responsive. Her ginger ponytail swung as she shook her head. "No. It's not. Shut it."

"Seriously, you look absolutely incredible." His words stumbled only briefly, letting his personal attraction slip in by accident. "I mean, uh, it's beyond lifelike. Nobody could tell in a million years. But, er... The whole back seam thing, don't they usually hide those...?"

"... told you to shut it!" She ignores the compliments, unsure of a response. The disguised girl struggled to quiet the spinning blender of feelings, her cheeks still rosy and warm - there were enough feelings to keep on a tight leash during the day, she didn't need more of them. "...I d-dunno what you're talking about."

He advanced again, his gamble all but confirmed by her sudden dip into embarrassment and discomfort. "Look, it's alright. I already told you, I'm not going to spill your secret to anyone. Truth be told, I... think it's pretty incredible."

"...Y-you're... I mean... uh..." The fight-or-flight tension starts to seep out of the girl, softening her expression. But she still loathed to let someone else know her secrets.

"I'm not. Please. You can trust me."

"I dunno. I cannae let anyone know... How d'you even know so much about... uh, 'those things', anyway?"

Despite initial bravado, he broke eye contact and took his time reluctantly formulating an answer that best avoided painting him as a creep.

"Uh. I... might have looked into them before. Y'know. Out of curiosity."

"Huh. Really, now. It doesn't seem like the kinda thing some'dy would just casually look up, y'know?"

"I dunno..." His turn to be evasive, as he folded his arms. "Well... I guess. So... do you mind if I ask why? Y'know, why the whole... thing, I guess."

"Mmmnnuh. I do mind." She grimaced. "It's... it isn't by choice. I'm no' some pervert getting their rocks off, right? I'm stuck like this."

"Huh... You mean... someone else has that... remote thing?"

"It's a long story, okay? Just forget it! I'm not s'posed to let anyone know!"

But it's too late, by now he was boiling with curiosity, breaths quickening.

"I'll keep it a secret! I swear to you, I won't tell a soul! I really wanna... ask you stuff. Please!"

She took a few quiet moments to think, staring as gears turned in her head. He'd already worked out this much, so there was little chance of brushing him off. However, someone else who knew about her situation... perhaps she could indulge them if she introduced them to her captor.

"... Ah, fine! Fucks sake... I'm about to go anyway. Come with me and I'll explain. You arse."

Her foul mouth returned as she huffed, picking up her bag and beckoning for him to follow. Maybe there was a way he could help after all...

---

"I was stupit'. I wanted to be pretty, to look like someone else... of course I couldnae afford anything like... this."

Copper hair, freckles, pale curves and bright green eyes. A Scottish darling, as if expertly designed that way... because apparently, she was designed that way. She ran delicate fingers across her cheeks, nails lightly painted.

"I had this friend who knew a guy, a very rich lad, like we're talkin' crazy wealthy. He got in touch, said he wanted someone to wear this thing for him, to 'model' it. Said he'd let me keep it as part of the deal."

The two of them sat near the back of the bus, voices hushed. He couldn't take his eyes off her, absorbed by both her words and her looks.

"So, I go there and I model for him. Just dressed up, let him take photos, held his hand. Didn't even really 'do' anythin', he was a real charmer at the time."

With a sniff, she leans back. Thinking about it always made her feel... conflicted. Shamefully excited and aching remorse.

"Heh. I had the time of my life. I was beautiful, I was treated like a princess for a night... Until it was time to leave. I didn't want to take the suit off, and I told him as much, so... I went home like that. Just assuming I could get it off when I needed to. I might have been a wee bit drunk."

"So I had my fun, and went to bed... the next day I realised, there's no opening the suit. The seam's locked shut. Of course I know now that you need the tablet thingy to control it, but... Like I said before, wasn't thinking."

"Anyway, now I'm startin' to panic, calling him up to ask how to get out. He says... he says that this is part of the deal, that I have to stay in the suit for as long as he wants. He can manipulate everything from that damn thing of his, making me feel... things. Anything."

He'd done a fair share of research on the tech used in those suits, so when she rubbed her legs together and squirmed he knew exactly what she meant.

"I... think I know what you mean."

Flustered again, she looked away.

"A-anyway. That was a year ago. I had to work out what to tell everyone, how to get stuff sorted out... at least the bastard gie me a job at his company, he probably enjoys it that I have to rely on him now. Fuck."

He perked up. "Wait... you're saying this is the guy who-"

"Yep. You work for him as well... Cannae say he doesn't pay well, of course, but still. Another wee bit of my life he owns..."

Her expression didn't give too much of her thoughts away. She wasn't spitting with anger, but she wasn't happy either... his guess settled on 'annoyed'.

"Right. So this guy, does he make you do things? Like... is he forcing you?"

"... Not... exactly." Now the tinges of red crept back in to her freckled cheeks, her explanation an embarrassing thing to discuss. "When I went over to his, he could do more... physical things, y'know. Shut me up, or have me put my hands behind my back. But he never did anything to me once I'd gone. Well... it's..."

He listened intently as she squirmed, mulling over the words. She didn't elaborate on the enjoyment she'd felt, those times he had forced her body to restrain itself.

"I... uhm. It's more like, uh... things I can't do. Things I'm not allowed to... enjoy. Y'know?"

It took only a few moments for him to work it out.

"Oh. Oh wow. For a whole year?"

"N-not..." Her breaths became a little shaky, trying to discuss such intimate and shameful things with a mere coworker. "... I mean there's still a... kinda feeling there. Sometimes, late at night, it's all over and I can't stop it... I'm sure it's him doing it to me, but no matter what I try I'm not allowed to... uhm... finish the process. If you get what I'm sayin'."

He nodded, starting to blush at such a torture. "I got it. Wow, that's... damn."

"It's always there, lingering... and it drives me fuckin' crazy. I know he wants me to beg him, to let him... eugh. But I won't. I'm no' giving that up."

The two shared a quiet, embarrassed moment.

---

"... Uh. Anyway. That's why I'm like this. You bloody wanted to know, so now you know."

He nodded, his imagination spiralling in possibilities. The whole time he was examining her, he couldn't find a single flaw or giveaway, she was truly 'real' save for the blatant zipper seam running up her back. "Right... thanks for telling me all that, it's... I know it must be a struggle. A-and you can't take it off? Have you tried?"

"Well, aye, of course. Everything I could think of." The girl pinched an arm, indistinguishable from genuine human skin in every way imaginable. "But you'd better believe they make these things realistic. As in, it fuckin' hurts. They don't come apart without some serious tools, and certainly not with someone inside them. So... aye. Been this way the whole time."

Before he could ask more questions, she made a noise of surprise and stood up, hurriedly brushing her skirt down and gesturing.

"Hey. Here. Come with me, I want to show you..."

Unfamiliar with the stop, he follows her off the bus and checks out the neighbourhood. Moderately fancy town houses, clearly expensive but not gaudy or overt. A reasonable millionaire's residence, it seemed.

"Where we going?" he cropped up, her steps resolute.

"You'll see. If y'want more answers, I'm sure they'll be eager to help."

A short burst of walking later, they turn to arrive at one of the large wooden doors.

"Here." She takes a breath before knocking, steeling her nerves in a hurry. This was the first time he'd seen her unsure, nervous about anything. She was headstrong to the point of being a jerk when they were at work...

"Are you gonna tell me who...?"

She waved him off, looking straight at the door. "Shh."

At last it was answered. There stood a guy, a young successful type, not that old for a multimillionaire. Designer jeans, ruffled brown hair, a buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Clipped posh accent and all.

"Ah, hello Sam... If I'd have known you were c-"

"Uh. Someone else found out." She brusquely interrupts, gesturing towards her co-worker. "They're... interested in the... situation."

If he was taken aback, he didn't show it. He just looks him up and down for a few moments, impassive. Cold grey eyes.

"Uhh... Hi."

"... Hello!" Like throwing a switch, he was all smiles. "You're... interested, are you? Come in, both of you..."

Somewhat bewildered, he followed her through the open door.

---

Before long they're all sat, tea served by a quiet woman who smiles and bows her way out of the room before he can get a good look at her. Was she a maid? Was that the kind of wealth he was dealing with?

"So. You've discovered my lovely Sam's secret, have you?"

It's clearly not meant to feel like an interrogation, but that's how it comes across. Something about his posture.

"Uh, yeah. I saw... I asked them about it. I recognised the seam, I've researched these... things. A while back I had a friend who did this sort of thing professionally, and uh, yeah."

"Hmm, interesting. Has Sam told you how she got herself permanently sealed inside, then?"

He kept his face impassive and neutral as he replied.

"Yes. You trapped her inside."

In response, the man chuckled, taking a sip of tea at last. "Heheh, 'trapped', yes... A curious choice of words."

The whole time they'd sat there, Sam had grit her teeth in silence. She was tense, on edge the entire time they'd been in the presence of her apparent captor. Her eyes hopped back and forth between the two of them.

"Well then, if that's how you feel about it... yes, she is sealed up inside that pretty body of hers, which I'll remind you she agreed to wear over a year ago. But there's one caveat, one condition I'll release her. Did she neglect to mention it?"

"... Wait, what?"

"Yes, I figured she wouldn't tell you. A shame, really... Perhaps I should've also told you what was in that tea."

Stabs of panic reached him. "W-What?!" Was that nausea he felt welling up? His heart began to race, his breaths grew short.

"Nothing, actually, except a good distraction."

A stinging sensation on his neck announced the arrival of a syringe full of sedatives, the silent maid having crept up behind him. All he could do was gasp in surprise, his muscles rapidly relaxing, his eyes drooping.

"Ghhh!"

"I'm... sorry..." was all he heard as Sam called to him, before he sank into blackness.

---

Several hours pass with his mind in an unfocused sludge - or perhaps it was just a few minutes. Or days. Each time he tried to surface, the clutches of sleep drag his eyelids back down, an uncomfortable struggle that finally ends with a sharp breath and wide eyes.

"Oh, good, you're awake..."

He found himself staring at the ceiling of a bedroom, plainly furnished and painted white.

"Mmmmrrghhh...."

Something drained his strength to lift his head, or to form words... only a mumbling groan could escape.

"Oh, right. Let me help you with that... you'll be feeling a little strange at first."

The voice stepped closer, and with a tapping noise, sensation returned in his limbs. Gingerly, he sat up, trying to put two thoughts together to make sense of where he was, to pick up the thread of memory cut short. He had been... talking to this guy, and Sam was there, and then...

"Apologies for the knockout drugs. I had to ensure you would take to your new body without fighting me the whole way, you understand."

New body? With a wash of dread, he moved his blurry gaze from the figure at the end of the bed down to his own body, felt soft freckled skin and feminine features now wrapped around every movement. Eyes shot wide, he struggled to speak, shocked and dizzy.

"No... N-no... I'm... w-wh..."

"That's right. You're her replacement, now, and she gets to go free. Isn't that nice? She gets her freedom, and you get to experience it first-hand!"

His hands, now delicate and tipped with polished nails, wandered below the covers... she was dressed in lacy lingerie, apparently, and he could feel every inch of it as it caressed his new skin, every sensation magnified.

"No... No!" he grabbed a handful of ginger hair and yanked on it, crying out in pain as it held firm. "NO! Let me out!"

The smug voice just sniggered again, watching her wrestle with herself, a futile attempt. "I'm afraid that choice has been taken away from you. Rather ruthless of her to lure you here without telling you, don't you think? Knowing that someone else would take her place..."

Panicked, breathless, she gave up trying to claw the skin off of herself and stared at the man who'd put her in this situation.

"Let me.. the fuck out of this suit, right now!"

He just laughed again, that asshole laugh. "Wow, already? I'd thought you would be grateful, getting to play with her in your own hands... Come on now, didn't you want this?"

"N-no... No! I won't do this!" her denials rung out, forced to speak with the breathy Scottish accent he'd listened to all the way here. "You fucker, unlock this thing right fucking now!"

She rose to her stocking-clad feet, curvy frame tensed and furious, fists raised.

"Hm. I don't think so..." And with another careless tap on the device, she began to falter, woozy and weak once more. "Please, my dear, calm down at once."

She collapsed back onto the bed ungracefully, limbs askew and breaths heavy. Desperate anger couldn't overcome the suit's control.

"Now, I'm going to give you a choice. It's a simple one. You can be a good girl for me, put away those silly thoughts of returning to who you were and I'll treat you like the princess you are. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

His condescending tone doesn't do much to tame her fury, her absolute refusal. All she can do is lie there, half naked as he looms over her.

"Or. You can keep fighting it, keep disobeying... and we'll see what happens. What do you think, my dear?"

He takes a step back before letting her up, one tap allowing her agency once more. Rather than attack him, she just screws her features up in a disgusted snarl and shakes her head.

"You can go to hell. Get me out of this fucking thing."

"Really? Oh. Well. That's a shame."

Before she can say another word, he taps a few final things on the device, turns off the screen... and snaps it in half. The millimetre-thin plastic and aluminium bends and buckles with only a moderate resistance, and fragments of glass trickle from the break.

"Looks like it's permanent for you, then. You know, these things are awfully easy to break..."

Tossing the shattered remains of the device at her feet, he savours her shocked silence.

"...P-permanent...? Oh... oh god no..."

Ice floods through every vein, as the horror of her predicament finally lands. Every inch of her skin felt terrifyingly real, sensitive and raw, irreversibly bonded to the person struggling inside. To make matters worse, she felt the beginnings of a warm tingling spread from between her legs, a feeling rooted deep inside that couldn't be ignored.

"I'm sorry, but you did it to yourself." His tone never wavers, but he has a look of smug satisfaction creeping over his features, like he knew this was what would happen. "There's some good news though."

"...Wh..." On the verge of a sob, she trembles in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "... what?"

"Ahem. Ah, Princess, please calm down, and put your clothes back on."

"What are you t-" A sudden jerk, and then silence. Without another word she stands up gracefully, walks across to where her clothes hang on the dresser, and begins to put them on one-by-one. Inside, she wants to cry out and thrash against the order, but the command had utterly overpowered her muscles without giving an inch.

"Mmm, good. Always had backup plans if that precious little tablet ever went missing, and I'm afraid to say I never considered adding any way out of the suit just by voice instructions..." He watches her lips start to curl back into a furious snarl once more, so unsightly on her beautiful features. "But that doesn't matter now. Because my Princess will be delighted to be the beautiful girl she's always wanted to be, isn't that right?"

"Aye!" She chirped, all traces of misery and fear wiped from her face. On the outside, at least. "Thank you for giving me this chance! I want to be your princess!"

"Mmmhm. Forever?"

"Forever!"