This commission was written for Sigma117 as story #70 of my 2014 Iron Author Challenge. It contains transformation and gender shifting. :3

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There was something oddly intimate about standing in your underwear. Almost more intimate than being totally naked, as though the act of concealing only the most sensitive, private portions of your anatomy was somehow calling attention to their existence. At least, that was how Sigma felt as he stood in his bedroom, dressed only in a tight pair of deep blue speedos that were the closest thing he had to tight fitting briefs. The human looked at himself in the mirror. A fairly unremarkable sight, not being cruel to himself, just a simple truth given that he had been looking at that same body for the last twenty years. In all truth, he was a fairly handsome guy. Cute may have been a better term, but maybe Sigma wasn't the best judge of his own beauty. He had short brown hair tousled and without much in the way of style, and thin, dark framed glasses that sat before his pale blue eyes. His skin was light and soft, without any real blemishes or excessive body hair, and... that was really it. 

That was Sigma. That was him.

For now, at least.

The male blushed, shifting slightly upon his bare feet, as he glanced towards his bed. Towards the crumpled, fur-clad object which sat upon it. The costume. 

[i]His[/i] costume. 

A slight shudder ran through Sigma's body, and he felt himself twitch within the confines of his speedos. Bashfully, murmuring in excitement and anticipation under his breath, the male moved hurriedly over to pick up the costume and began to slip into it. It was a unique design, part fabric, part latex. Custom made to suit his exact needs for both comfort and, if he was honest, kinkiness. The suit itself came in just two pieces, the head, and everything else. The lower portion of the suit acted like a onesie of sorts, with a zipper at the front that could be concealed and tucked into the neck of the head-portion once fully fastened. Even lying there upon the bed, it looked wonderful. The fur was so soft and lush, a deep grey colour with the darker patternation of cheetah spots. Even the... [i]assets[/i] of the suit made Sigma squirm as he looked at them. Plump, beautiful breasts rising from the front of the garment, and a perfectly simulated slit just visible between its legs. 

Sigma may have been a man currently, and the growing bulge in his speedos only made that fact more prominent as he pulled the lower portion of the suit off the bed and began to put it on. But hopefully, if all went to plan, he wouldn't look that way for much longer. 

A soft moan of excitement escaped the human as he sat down upon the edge of the bed, tugging the suit's legs up over his feet, slipping down into her paws and lifting himself once more. He began to tug the suit up the length of his legs, the latex innards of the costume wonderfully tight, seeming to mould to his frame even as it first made contact. Sigma sighed happily, and curled his toes down into the carpet beneath them, claws extending and retracting casually.

Soon the suit was bound to him from the waist down, and Sigma was playfully wiggling his new tail, gazing back over his shoulder to watch the long, tufted fifth limb twitch and writhe seemingly of its own accord behind him. As he did so, he fumbled with the arm-holes of the costume, eager to slip out of his human life and into the wonderful, fluffy world of his feline self. Sigma was delighted by how easily he was able to move his hands within the gloved confines of the suit. It really didn't feel like he was wearing them at all, probably due to the tightness of the latex. Sure, it was a little strange running his now padded fingers through the soft fur of his upper thighs, feeling his crotch throb and tingle with excitement at the closeness of those tender, self-applied touches, but not unpleasantly strange. Quite the contrary, in fact.

With increasing ease and swiftness, Sigma zipped up the front of the suit. He watched his paws as they slipped the zipper itself beneath a concealed fold of fabric, so well concealed in fact that it was almost as if it disappeared. He was tempted to glance towards the mirror at that moment, but resisted the urge for now. It would spoil the effect, ruin the magic of his supposed transformation, if he was to see himself with the body of his dream fursona's female form, but with his own, blushing, beaming face sticking out the top. Thus, pausing only briefly to admire the plumpness and bounciness of his breasts, trying not to gasp aloud at how realistically nipples seemed to stiffen against his tender touch, Sigma reached down to the bed one more time and picked up the head of the suit.

"Ohh..."

An uncontrollable murmur of excitement escaped the male as he brought the base of the costume's head to rest against the top of his head, his mind suddenly full of fantasies, creating a whole life, a whole story, a whole universe in which he had lived his life not as the human man Sigma, but as the cheetah lady Sigma! He was ready. He was so very ready to throw himself head-long into this wonderful fantasy that he had held onto for so long. He felt like he wanted to scream. To cry out in joy and satisfaction as he donned the full costume for the very first time. And indeed, as Sigma pulled the cheetah's head down over his own, she threw her head back and [i]did[/i] cry out in glee.

"A-ahh!"

The rush of slipping into the suit had masked the excitement and intense tingling of the transformation itself, but now that it was nearing completion there was no way to disguise what was happening. Nor, in any real sense, was there a reason to disguise the truth, for there was no-one from which to hide it. 

Sigma purred as she stepped forward, away from the edge of the bed and towards the mirror. She looked at herself, turning around, wiggling her tail and cute rump. She giggled as she faced the mirror once more, bouncing up and down on her footpaws to make her breasts jiggle and bounce slightly, before throwing her head back and bursting out into joyous laughter. 

There was no sign of the lip between head and body. No sign of the zip, concealed or otherwise. Nor, indeed, was there any memory of ever having been one. 

Sigma didn't know why she was so delighted to see herself. This was, after all, the body she had inhabited for twenty years. The body she had always lived in, and the body which she knew every inch of with intimate detail. There was nothing new about it. Nothing different. But still, for some reason she couldn't get enough of herself as she stared at her reflection. Again she posed, showing off for her own amusement, and squealed with delight. Her cheeks flushed, her wide, amber eyes twinkled, and as she raised one hand to cup one of her ample breasts, fingers dancing teasingly either side of one firm nipple, she winked at herself knowingly.



By Jeeves
~ 1,233 words