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Her smile was perfect, much like everything else about her. She playfully swished her hair aside and ‘adjusted’ her tank-top nonchalantly before pausing the game.
“Oh my goood, thaank you! That’s sooo much! Thanks to… 50ShadesOfBae for the three month sub aaaand the donation, like, wow!” she chirped in her broad valley-girl accent that couldn’t stop going up at the end and injecting ‘Like’ every couple of words.
Messages fluttered by the chat, congratulating the username being given a fanfare in borderline tacky WordArt along the bottom of the screen. With virtual pink glitter falling from it. Something her producer had suggested half-jokingly.
“cant believe its three months already, hope u have a great weekend Kaylee! kissessss” read a disembodied robot voice, verbatim. Poor guy paid fifty bucks for that.
“Heehee, wow, thank yooooou~! Loveyousomuch!” She smiled to camera again, before picking up the controller and un-pausing. The game resumed, but you’d be forgiven for not noticing - It was relegated to the bottom-left corner, just barely big enough to tell what was going on. The vast majority of the stream was occupied with, of course, a live webcam view of her.
Framed slightly downwards at just the right angle of her platinum-blonde hair, her generous cleavage she couldn’t stop pointing towards the camera, her broad inviting hips, her thighs squeezed into tight leggings, and crossed legs that she’d occasionally prop up on the desk and fidget with her bare feet. In short, playing to almost every ‘audience’ there was, whatever your tastes may be.
Followers and attention and money were rolling in day-by-day as she squeezed her boobs or bent over in front of the camera or bounced up and down in her chair in a way that set all sorts of things ‘bouncing’ as well. It was simply part of her persona. And she hadn’t been banned for it yet, so...
“Alright, alright, like, finally… whoo!” That was the run done, the level beaten, and she swapped back over to tapping the keyboard with large glitter-glazed nails. A clock bordered on the edge of her vision, signifying that she’d gone over her time for today. “Finally. Like, took me forever to find that guy. Uh, okay. Time to end the stream! So, like, I’ll see all you guyz and galz tomorrow, mwah! Byeeeee~!”
She made kissy-faces at the camera for a few more moments, before the feed cut to a static photo of her holding up a “Stream Offline! <3” sign.
“...Ahhhhhh.”
And at last she relaxed, shoulders slumping. Performing the part as ‘Kaylee’ still really took it out of a girl. For several moments she sat there on her outrageously cushioned backside, zoned out and half-tempted to nap right there and then. Wouldn’t that be nice… She could go buy more energy drinks tomorrow and maybe some cute clothes… Maybe call her friend and fool around in bed a little...
Her mascara-laden eyes shot open.
“Oh! Oh, shit.” she hissed. Almost a whole hour over the time she’d set an alarm for, and she’d almost fallen asleep to boot. With a grimace, she groaned out of her chair (Gaming™-grade and coloured neon purple, because of course) and dragged herself across the room, hastily tugging off what scandalously little clothing she had on. No time to put them away neatly. “Shit, shit…”
Now naked, she clambered up into bed and knelt, hurriedly fussing to sweep aside her hair at the back. Looking for something. Pressing with her fingers up and down, pinching, blindly feeling…
“Come on, come oonnnnnn…!”
Found it. The shallow ridge that started to give way under a pressing fingertip, being slowly peeled apart with shaky hands. She strained to keep a grip on each side of her neck using only the friction of her hands. It slipped once or twice, making her wince and causing the seam to eagerly close itself back up again. Like trying to thread a very uncooperative needle.
“Goddamn it…” Gradually, progress was made, and the opening grew large enough to hastily shove her fingers into. Now, grasping both halves, she strained and grunted to drag the fleshy surface up and off of her shoulders, then over her head. With the grossest of wet slurping noises, her flesh seemed to melt and slacken away from her face, and with a strained tug she dragged something long and thick out of her throat. .
“Mmmmn-Aahhh! Hah….”
And there, gasping, dripping with some gel-like substance, was the face of a guy. Black hair in a mess, panting, he held the bundle of folded skin and loose hair in front of him whilst still half-encased from the waist down.
“Finally…”
As he pulled, the material slowly gave up its grasp on his body, peeling away and deforming. Sticky liquid, with a faint pink sheen to it, dripped from where the fleshy facsimile had been adhered to, and lodged inside, his body for the past several hours. While it was on, it felt and acted disturbingly like real skin, but once removed it reverted back to a deceptively pliable and spongy material.
He was certain that she was gradually getting harder to remove.

This whole thing had begun with a shady, clickbaity ad one night. 'Gain followers, increase revenue, maximise engagement!' it silently yelled, tempting him. And it had boobs in the picture. So, yeah. He had no idea they would be his boobs soon enough...

At the beginning, when he’d signed up for this supposed miracle product to ‘make dreams of stardom come true’, the strange skin-suit slipped on and off with almost no effort. Just a temporary costume to perform his part, to pretend to be a cutesy and flirty streamer girl. An act.
Now it had been almost six months of immersion inside of her body, and - as he grew more confident performing as Kaylee - immersion in her mindset. Nervous, awkward, clumsy at first, learning slowly how to play the part. But it hadn’t taken long for the mannerisms to take root, for his embarrassment to be replaced with a confidence and a charm he’d never have developed on his own. And some other stray thoughts that he consciously tried to ignore.
Stray thoughts that always seemed to get louder whenever he’d, ah, ‘test the functionality’ of the suit, so to speak. As if that hadn’t been the first thing he tried when put in control of a hot girl’s body.
“Huh.” He mused for a moment, naked but for the traces of pink goo still loosely stuck. If you spend several hours a day acting as someone else, surely it becomes part of you? Even being someone so drastically different from his quiet, sleepy, cynical self. Not much of a performer, or a chatty commentator, until he had donned the suit that transformed him from head-to-toe into the busty blonde bimbo, inside and out.
The ‘Kaylee’ suit did what the smarmy marketing said it would, he couldn’t deny that. Money was rolling in from so many donations, subscribers, PR reps were emailing asking about sponsorships. His friend was busy managing all of the paperwork. There was no way he could stop now. And... he did enjoy it at times, having overcome the awkwardness of acting so ditzy and showing off his figure in increasingly revealing outfits. And maybe the suit just got less stretchy as time went on, or something.
On the other hand, he had growing worries about continuing to live Kaylee’s life, especially after a handful of incidents where he’d entirely forgotten that he was wearing a suit at all. After one particularly lengthy stream, he had tidied up, put everything away, got undressed, and climbed into bed - only then to notice he was still wearing her. From that night on, he set a time limit to try and ‘manage’ her presence, not just physically but personality-wise. Of course forgetting something so obvious could just be chalked up to sleepy-brain obliviousness, but still...
“Guh. Whatever.”
In any case, he was much too exhausted to do much else tonight. It was the weekend, his day off, and she could lie crumpled on the bed for now.
He slumped over, brought the covers loosely on top of himself, and went to sleep.

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“... So, like… yeah. It’s weird.”
In amongst a busy coffee shop, the two of them had snagged a table nestled in the corner, away from most of the hubbub. It was the weekend, so that meant long queues and busy stores up and down the local mall.
At least it meant getting out of the house, and taking an extended break from being… ‘Her’.
“Mmhm. Yeah. You’ve done well out of it so far, right?”
His best friend, confidant and would-be producer sat opposite, sipping at an Americano and listening to his friend’s recap of the week’s ‘business’. “Guys seem to be tripping over themselves to give you money. We haven’t even started you doing lewd cosplay...”
“Ha, like, constantly!” He set his own drink on the table and shrugged. “It’s totally crazy. I can’t believe how many viewers seem to show up even when I’m, like, just doing stuff in the background or whatever.”
“Psh. It’s not that crazy. I think you put on a show no matter what, y’know?” His friend’s eyes wandered up and down shamelessly, smirking.
“Haha… well, maybe, I guess.” Neither of them had any illusions about what drew people to watch ‘the Kaylee show’ on a regular basis. “Like… I dunno. I’m starting to enjoy it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah… I dunno. But sometimes I’m a little worried, like, if it’s not… affecting me. Like that I’m doing stuff without realising it?”
“Hm.” With a sip of coffee, his friend thought for a moment. “I dunno what you mean.”
“Well, like, the way I’m supposed to act is all… y’know… cute? And flirty? And once or twice even after the stream I’m like… thinking… stuff?”
Even after overcoming the obvious embarrassment of the situation - of willingly putting himself in a slutty girl suit to become a popular streamer - with his best friend, it was still a little awkward explaining these feelings. The worry that the suit wasn’t just some object, but had begun affecting behaviour and emotions in some subtle way. And he hadn’t told him about the way the suit got stickier and harder to remove every time...
“Stuff?”
“Y-yeah.” He crossed his legs, folded his arms and turned away, hoping those blushing cheeks weren’t too obvious to onlookers. “Like… stuff.”
“Hm. Stuff. Okay.” To his friend’s credit, he simply nodded and understood without pressing for specifics. “So you think the suit’s doing something weird?”
“I… like… I dunno. It doesn’t seem weird in the moment. But that’s what makes it weird, yeah? It’s so easy to forget that I’m… yeah.”
“Easy to forget. Right. I guess that’s practice making perfect?”
“I guess.” Still, those doubts lingered at the fringes of his mind. He couldn’t always pin it down to one thing, just a general sense of… something.
“But it’s not like I can stop or whatever, right? I’ve got all these fans and all the success and I just… I guess like it a lot.”
Nodding, they gave a faint smirk. “Everything you wanted. Just don’t let fame get to your head, and all that crap. Heh.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
With a final gulp, his friend finished his black coffee.
“Mkay. We’d better get going, uh, ‘Kaylee’, there’s shopping to do. Didn’t you say you wanted to buy a whole bunch of stuff?”
“What? I didn’t say- Gah, don’t… “

Interrupting himself he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Don’t call me 'Kaylee' when I’m not wearing her, okay?”
“What?”
“It’s… like, weird.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“What?”
His friend just pointed, straight at him.
Straight at… her.
Kaylee.
In all her big-breasted, broad-hips, curtains-of-blonde-hair glory. In a crop top, hose and tight miniskirt. Out in public.
It was as if a filter had been clicked away, and suddenly he could feel her skin encasing him completely. Every inch, every mannerism, hiding in plain sight. Stuck.
She stared at her hands, noticing only just now the glitter of her nail-polish, the taste of strawberry lip gloss, the arc of her boobs just barely touching the periphery of her vision through heavy-eyeliner-laden eyes. With effort, she remembered in a vague haze waking up somehow already inside of the suit, and getting ready as her in complete obliviousness - even when putting on what were blatantly her clothes and makeup. Not "his".
“Oh my god. I… I’m… I forgot…?”
But he’d forgotten to take her off before, right? And now he’d just had a small lapse and forgotten he put her on, and put her clothes on, and went outside. No big deal. No other weird behavi-
She blinked. Right there in front of her.
A double-sweet extra caramel shot double-cream cappuccino half caf with extra foam and blue glitter special. Or, an almost empty cup of it.
Without thinking, she picked it up and raised it to her mouth.
“Uhhh… what’d you forget?” Her producer queried, frowning.
Something strained and fought the urge, her eyes growing wide as her fingers shook - but the contents were already spilling over her glossy plump lips, down her throat, and the excruciatingly sweet taste washed over her in its entirety.

Gulp. With a smile infecting her face she plopped the finished cup back down.
“I… like, I forgot to finish my coffee? Duh!”