0 comments/ 126306 views/ 82 favorites Cassandra's Power By: RubberDexter Remembering back on the past couple of years and all the strange exciting things that have happened to me, I can recall that special day most fondly. The day I became Cassandra, the Goddess that I am today. It was a cold Friday in January of 1999 while I was driving home from my job. I was in my mid twenties, and had only recently graduated from engineering school when my company hired me. It was only a few months later that the President of Research and Development offered me this opportunity to re-locate and head the micro-electronics and semiconductor research team at their new location. Of course I gladly accepted the position and the generous relocation package. I had only been living in this town for a month or so since my transfer to the new research complex a couple of towns over, and things have been going fairly well for me. On the way home that night I figured I would stop into this little antique shop called Curious Goods I had passed the other day and pick up a few pieces of vintage art to decorate my place with. Upon going inside, I was greeted by the kind, yet eerie face of the old woman who owned the store. We exchanged silent greetings and I proceeded to look around. There were paintings, and sculptures, crystal vases, nick-knacks, furniture, a few musical instruments, and racks of old clothing scattered throughout the shop. While wandering around the shop I couldn't help but be drawn to an old hand carved wooden "foot locker" that was over in the far corner of the store, tucked away from plain view. It looked like it would make a perfect addition to my living room's décor. Before I could even turn around and ask about it, the old woman appeared behind me and startled me by saying in a thick, possibly European accent, "Yes, nice piece of work, isn't it? It is very, very old" It appeared locked, so I asked her if she knew what was inside of it. A look of fond reminiscence came over the woman's face as she replied with an eerie tone to her voice, "Its contents has not seen the light of day in many, many years." She continued to speak, starring down at the large trunk and lowering her voice to almost a whisper "It has been so long since I felt the..." "Never mind," she said in a sharp tone as she abruptly cut herself off, and quickly changed the topic: "I don't even remember where I hid the key it has been so many years." With that she turned and began walking back to the counter at the front of the store before I had a chance to question her further. Nonetheless, I felt so drawn to it, so I brought it to the counter and asked her how much she was asking for it. She said it was truly one-of-a-kind and to her no price is great enough. After some long conversation and her asking me some off the wall, almost nonsensical questions, she said, "I believe you are the right one." I asked what she meant by that and she seemed to ignore me, only replying with "That will be $100.00 sir." I figured she had wasted my time and freaked me out enough for one day and took out my credit card and paid the woman. She said, reading my signature off the receipt, "Thank you Mr. Jameson. When you do get it open, you will be most pleased with your purchase." The old woman had a strange tone to her voice and a peculiar glint in her eye as she made her statement. I asked her once more if she would tell me what was in the trunk, and what she meant by her statement, but she just said "Good-bye to you, sir. I must be closing the store now. Have a nice day" as she hurried me out the door. With that she shut the door sharply behind me, and closed the blinds. As I was carrying the old wooden trunk to my car, I could faintly hear its contents shifting around inside which further raised my curiosity. The few short blocks I had to drive to my condo seemed to take forever. I could not wait to get home and crack that chest open and see what the old lady was being so mysterious about. If there isn't anything of real value or at least some nice art to display I could always keep the trunk and post the contents on E-Bay and make back what I had spent. I raced inside and put the trunk down on the living room floor and went to get my toolbox. After a little messing around with the old fashioned lock, I was able to pop it open without damaging the beautiful hand-carved box. Upon opening the heavy, creaky trunk lid, my nose was assaulted by a very strong heady odor. It wasn't a mildew kind of smell as would be expected from such an old trunk. It was more of a warm, musky, earthy aroma that while being rather pungent, for some reason, still triggered some intense feelings of arousal within me. After clearing my head and looking down into the old trunk, there was not much in there at all. All I was able to see was a bundled mass of black cloth. I can remember thinking to myself at that point "What a damn rip-off!! All that drama and mystery for a bundle of cloth. The old hag certainly knows how to make a sale." As I would soon find out, boy was I wrong!! Reaching in to take whatever it was out of the trunk, the cool, slippery feel made me realize that what I had smelled a few seconds earlier was rubber. Holding it up and unfolding it, it turned out to be a one-piece rubber catsuit. I thought to myself "Wow, I haven't seen anything like this since that kinky chick I hooked up with at Steve's frat party in college a couple of years ago" As I held it up in front of me to look it over more carefully, it was a very highly mirror polished, heavy rubber cat suit made out of thick, yet extremely pliable latex. It felt much thicker and heavier than the one that girl had back in college. Also at the bottom of the trunk was a pair of high heel rubber boots that looked as though they would come up to about mid-thigh, made from the same thick, highly polished rubber as the cat suit. After staring at this mass of shinny rubber sprawled out over the living room floor, with it's enticing aroma filling my nose and wreaking havoc on my senses, I decided "what the hell" I may as well see if it fits. Maybe I can at least wear it out to a nightclub or something and get my $100.00 worth. I began taking off my shoes and clothing and picked the rubber suit up off the floor. I carefully slid my legs into the opening of the suit. The cool, smooth feeling of the latex moving up my legs felt soooooo amazing as I pulled it up my skin. It felt like billions of tiny "electric shocks" as I slowly and carefully pulled the rubber suit up over my feet and legs. I made sure that the built in feet of the cat suit were not twisted or wrinkled as I adjusted my feet and toes in them, and smoothed out any wrinkles in the rubber covering my legs. With the tight rubber suit covering just my legs up to about my upper-thigh at this point, I sat on the edge of the leather sofa put on the boots before attempting to pull the rest of the suit up over my groin and onto my upper body. I had figured that would make it a little easier to put them on now since it does not look like it will be too easy to bend and move freely once the rest of this tight rubber suit is on. It took a few minutes to get the tall, tight rubber boots on, but they fit perfectly after zipping them up, hugging the muscular curves of my masculine legs beautifully. It took a couple of minutes to catch my balance and get used to the added height that boots gave me before I attempted to pull the rest of the rubber suit over my groin and up over my waist. The fact that I had a raging hard-on at this point made it somewhat difficult at first to maneuver the tight rubber over my protruding erection. To my surprise, the rubber suit stretched almost effortlessly to accommodate my rock hard penis. The cool, smooth feeling of the rubber sliding against my manhood sent shivers down my spine as the taught rubber pinned my hard penis back against my body. With every inch of the suit that I put on, the "electric shock" feelings it gave me got stronger and stronger. Finally after getting the rest of the suit on and my arms into the sleeves and smoothing out the wrinkles, I started pulling the zipper up. With each "tick" of the zipper, the suit got tighter and tighter and the incredible sensation of the "electric shocks" caused by the latex against my skin got stronger. As soon as the zipper was finally up all the way to its highest point just below my Adams Apple, the zipper disappeared leaving no seams or trace that it was ever there, just smooth, flawless latex covering my body. A split second later a gigantic bolt of "white lightning" shot right through me knocking me back into the couch behind me. I screamed at the top of my lungs "OH YEEEES! OH DEAR GOD, YES! HOLY SHIT! OH DEAR FUCKING GOD! OOH GOOD LORD THAT FEELS SOOO GOOD! OH GOD, OH YEEEES!" in pure ecstasy as the most incredible orgasm I ever experienced erupted within me. My entire body became rigid almost like I was having an epileptic seizure. The most incredible orgasms too amazing for any words to describe overtook my whole body causing me to cum over and over again into the rubber suit I was now wearing. When the rapture of the multiple orgasms subsided enough for me to sit up on the couch, and then finally recover the strength to stand, my skin felt all warm and tingly under the tight rubber. And the suit seemed to draw itself over my body even tighter than it was when I was putting it on. There were no wrinkles in the perfectly mirror polished black rubber covering me. As I walked over to the hallway mirror to look at myself, the feeling of the latex pulling and stretching and sliding over my skin with every movement almost put me over the edge again into another fit of extreme pleasure. As I stood there turning and posing in front of the floor length mirror to admire my shiny latex covered body, I noticed my body was starting to change right before my eyes! My whole body, every single cell of my being, felt a warm tingly "electricity" radiating from the magical latex catsuit into the very deepest fibers of my body. Even my hands, neck and face, which were the only parts of my skin not covered by the tight rubber suit, felt the effects of its magical energy. My brown eyes were now a piercing crystal blue. My short brown hair was now changing to become a golden blond color reaching down to the middle of my back. The shape and bone structure of my face changed into what would make any runway model furious with envy and green with jealousy. Startled and intrigued by what I saw happening to me, I let out a gasp only to hear that my voice too had changed to take on a sultry, seductive feminine tone. A warm surge of electricity burned and swelled beneath the tight rubber covering what was once my well-defined masculine chest, and before my eyes I watched my chest change and grow, into a perfect pair of supple, perky 38C breasts. The feeling of them pushing against the inside of the magical rubber suit as it stretched to accommodate my new figure sent wonderful sensations through me as the magical rubber pressed tighter, rubbing against my newly acquired hyper sensitive nipples. My stomach flattened and re-shaped into a sexy, perfectly formed midsection, giving me a perfect hourglass figure. Then I felt a burning, tingling, pulsing sensation in my groin. As I looked down, I saw the bulge created by my manhood slowly disappear before my eyes, and the rubber suit tighten and re-form itself to perfectly cover my new vagina. I now stood there at 5' 11" (including the 4" heels of the boots) and my measurements were now a stunning 38 - 26 - 36!! My legs became slender, sexy and shapely, and my ass became firm and luscious. The shiny, tight rubber of the suit further enhanced the gorgeous shape of my new body as it hugged every curve flawlessly. My hands and fingers, right down to my long blood red nails, became sexy and sensuous. I was transformed into a vision of absolute female perfection in shiny black latex. I had been changed into what every man dreamed he could have and what every woman wished she could be. Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any freakier, an image of the old woman from the store appeared, hovering in the mirror next to my reflection. I quickly spun around on my heels (nearly falling down since I was not yet fully used to them) to see who was behind me, but there was nobody there. I looked around me in all directions but I appeared to be alone. Then it spoke, drawing my attention back to the image hovering next to mine in the mirror. She said "I see you have found my little secret, and I see it has begun to work it's magic upon you. Take heed young man... or should I say, young lady... The power of that suit is greater than you can even begin to comprehend right now. Your mind is still confused by all the new feelings and sensations the magic rubber has opened up to you. As your mind clears and your body adjusts you will begin to understand, and all your questions will be answered. Not only has this magical latex suit give you a new appearance, a new identity if you will, but as long as it is worn upon your skin, it shall grant you unimaginable magical powers. Should you ever decide to remove it from your body, you will once again revert back to your prior mortal self until the next time you place the magical rubber back upon your naked flesh." "I must tell you that because this latex suit is magical, there really is no need to remove it from your body. While you are wearing this magical rubber garment you shall not age at all. As long as you choose to wear this magical latex suit upon your body you will live forever; never falling victim to sickness or disease of any kind; remaining forever young, beautiful, healthy and powerful. While sheathed in this magical rubber suit, you also cannot be harmed by any weapon, or physical strike against you. But as I have already told you, should you remove the suit from you body, you will once again become mortal and are subject to all the same sickness, disease and injury and aging as any other being until you once again place the suit back upon your body. You should also know that while wearing the suit you will sweat, but it will never become bothersome or uncomfortable because the magical latex will absorb any solid or liquid waste and bodily fluid you produce. In fact, sweat and bodily fluids will actually add to the comfort of the suit. I stood there, hanging on every word the image of the old woman said not knowing weather to laugh out loud in disbelief or to pinch myself to wake up from this crazy dream. I had to believe it. It was happening to me. I could feel the magical energy radiating from the latex and it surging within me. I could see right there in the mirror in front of me how this magical rubber catsuit changed me from a rather average looking man into this incredible blond bomb-shell Goddess with super-powers. This was no joke, and it was defiantly not a dream. This was happening to me. The woman's image continued, "You now have the power to transform yourself into any form you desire at will: man, woman, or beast. You can create or destroy anything you desire with but a mere thought. You can read the thoughts and control the will of others with your mind, you can fly through the air and teleport anywhere you wish to be. You can pass through solid objects like a ghost and make yourself invisible to the mere mortals around you. These are just a few of the many, many powers this rubber suit has given you. Remember young lady... Along with great Power comes great responsibility. It is up to you weather you use this gift for good or for evil. You alone now command the greatest power in the universe!" And with that the old woman's image faded away and her voice faded off as well. I stood there for a moment to let the old woman's words sink in and register. I thought about what the old woman said, and wanted to see what would happen to me if I removed the suit from my body. But first I needed a name for my new female identity. I couldn't go around now that I had become a beautiful woman and still call myself Mr. Mark Jameson. After some thought, I decided to name myself Cassandra. I always thought that was one of the sexiest names in the world, and now that I had become the sexiest, most powerful woman in the world, it only seemed fitting. Now that I had a name for myself, it was time to see if I were to remove the suit would I retain my new female body for a few minutes, a few hours, or would I change back into Mark immediately? With the thought of wanting to remove the suit, but not being able to find the zipper going through my mind, the zipper reappeared on the front of the suit. I hesitantly reached for the zipper, and pulled it down a couple of clicks. With that, a fuzzy warm wave came over me and I was transformed, almost instantly, back into the man I was before I put the magic latex suit on. I finished fully unzipping the suit and pulled my arms out of the sleeves, letting the top half of the catsuit flop down behind me leaving only my lower body and legs still covered by the rubber suit and the boots. There once again was my manhood, standing at full attention, as if it was never gone. Other than being a little sweaty, and highly excited, I appeared to be fine. With a combination of the throbbing erection I had begging for release, and a strong urge to feel the power of the latex against my skin again, I reached behind me and pulled the suit up and put my arms back into the sleeves and pulled it over body. With trembling hands and a racing heart I closed my eyes and slowly started pulling the zipper up the front of the suit. As before, with each tick of the zipper the sensations the suit gave me became stronger. When the zipper finally reached it's highest position, it once again vanished leaving only the smooth seamless latex covering my body. Less than one second later the "white lightning" overtook me and the transformation back into Cassandra took place. This time around, the transformation was almost instantaneous. I was once again changed into the beautiful, powerful Cassandra, just as the suit had done earlier. I once again had the wonderfully tight latex catsuit covering my body, and I once again had its magical powers pulsing within me. It was causing an incredible aching in my loins. I desperately needed to release. I went over to the couch and lay down on my back and began to rub at my sex through the tight latex suit. The friction of the rubber against my sweaty crotch beneath felt incredible, but I wanted to feel more. I wanted to feel what exploring my most intimate of areas and penetrating my new body would feel like. With that thought, the rubber of the suit over my groin "melted" away, absorbing into my skin, leaving my perfectly hairless vagina exposed for me to fondle. I slowly traced my index finger around my outer lips and it sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I continued to trace around my opening, teasing myself, until I could no longer stand the throbbing and aching. I slipped my index and middle fingers deep into my sopping wet hole and began to stimulate my g-spot, and my clitoris. Huge waves of ecstasy overtook my body quickly sending me into feverish fits of orgasmic release. It felt more incredible; more intense than any orgasm I had ever felt when I still had a penis. The power of the tight rubber suit amplified every touch and movement. Gushes and gushes of cum poured out of my hole and ran down my smooth rubber covered thighs, soaking the leather couch under me. With my mind still racing and my loins still throbbing from the incredible pleasure I was experiencing, I wiped up some of my cum on my fingertips and began to lick it off while still caressing my tender clit with the other hand. My juice tasted sweeter, more delicious than the that of any woman I had ever been with when I was still a man. Cassandra's Power It was like tasting pure, concentrated "liquid sex"; the taste alone was enough to send me into another fit of intense orgasm. As this next wave of orgasm washed over me, I reached up to rub my rock hard nipples. The feeling of the latex rubbing against my sensitive breasts sent bolts of pleasure through me. Just as with my pussy, all I needed to do was think in my mind that I wanted to feel my bare breasts, and the suit "melted" away, absorbing into my skin to expose my beautiful, firm breasts and erect nipples. I pinched and twisted my nipples and fondled my breasts until another wave of ecstasy washed over my body. I lay there in the "afterglow" for a few minutes and calmed myself down enough to sit up. I looked down at my hairless, swollen crotch with little droplets of my juice still trickling from my lips in utter amazement at what I had just experienced. I marveled at the beauty of my lovely breasts. I then thought to myself out loud "I think I am starting to get the hang of this." And with that, I thought to myself how I wanted my sex and my breasts to once again be covered by the latex. Just as the thought entered my mind the rubber "melted" out from under my skin and fully covered my breasts and my sex once more. "Cool." "All I need to do is think about it and it happens. This is going to be great!!" That night I decided I would sleep with the suit on. Wearing it made me feel so powerful and it made me look so beautiful that I did not want to ever take it off again. I wanted to stay transformed into Cassandra forever I wanted to always feel the rubber against my body, and to feel the power of the suit coursing through my veins. I love the way the tight latex hugs every curve of my new body. And I love the way that even the slightest movement caused the tight rubber to glide and rub over my moist, sweaty skin resulting in the most wonderful massaging sensations While I was lying in my bed, I began to let my thoughts wander once again. I realized that something was missing. Then I snapped my fingers and instantly my bed was covered with shiny black rubber pillows, and shinny black rubber sheets, rubber blankets and a rubber comforter. "That's more like it!" I said to myself "I think I shall do some more "redecorating" in the morning." As I was beginning to drift off to sleep, I realized that I really had to use the bathroom. Not wanting to get out from under my warm rubbery covers, I remembered what the old woman had said about the suit absorbing bodily fluid. I figured I would try it, so I let my groin muscles relax and at that moment I felt a warm wet stream burst out from my vagina within the rubber suit and it sent an amazing wave of pleasure through me. As I finished relieving myself I reached down under the rubber covers and felt the suit and the bed to see if anything had leaked out. Just as the old woman has said, the suit had absorbed my fluid and used it to create added sensations of pleasure for my body. I thought to myself "this is the greatest! I can't wait until tomorrow so I can see what else I can do with this suit!" I then rolled over and snapped my fingers to make the lights shut off on the other side of the room. I smiled to myself as I lay there feeling the pressure of the tight latex suit squeezing against my body as its magical energy surges through me, lulling me, comforting me, as I drift into a blissful rubbery sleep. * PART II * When the alarm clock woke me up that morning, I opened my eyes and laid there a few minutes going through the events of the past night in my head. Just to make sure that everything that happened last night wasn't just a really vivid dream, I reached my hand under the rubber bed sheets and ran my hand up and down my body. The sensation of my hands rubbing across my rubber-covered skin sent shivers of pleasure through me, and I was very much excited and relieved to feel the smooth, tight rubber covering my body. I pulled back the rubber sheets and the blast of air that wafted out and hit me in the face was very hot and thick (humid) from my body heat being trapped between the rubber sheets all night. It had a very pleasant, sexy, warm heady odor to it from the aroma of the magical rubber cat suit mixing with my body's own musky scent. There was no sign of sweat or moisture on either my magical cat suit, my exposed skin (neck, face, hands) or on the rubber sheets. Even my long blond hair was perfectly dry. I sat up in my bed and pushed my hair back, out of my eyes. I turned to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor and stood up. When I did I was startled to feel my heels lift up under me. I looked down at my feet and watched as the heels of my boots re-appeared under my feet. "This is pretty cool. When I lay down to go to sleep, the magic suit makes the 4 inch boot heels disappear until I get out of bed again." I went to the bathroom and looked at my self in the mirror, still amazed at how gorgeous and stunning I look. I have already gotten used to letting myself pee into the suit so I didn't bother going to use the toilet. I went over to the shower and turned on the water to let it warm up. I thought to myself that I wanted to be completely naked and the magical suit responded by "melting" into my skin leaving me standing there totally exposed. I could still feel that the suit was on me though. I could feel the surging of its magical energy in me even though the suit has "melted" and absorbed itself into my skin. This is the first time since I put the suit on last night and it transformed me into Cassandra that I am seeing my self completely naked as a woman. "Jesus H. Christ I am Hot!!" I said out loud as looked myself over. I could barely keep myself from cumming just from looking at my flawless naked body. Other than the long blond hair on my head, my body is completely hairless: there is no sign that hair has ever even existed on my genitals or under my arms or on my legs. My skin feels so baby soft and smooth, I can't find a single strand of stubble or even the slightest razor bump anywhere. "Well, I guess I can throw out my razors and shaving cream!" I exclaimed to myself, "I don't think I'll be needing them any more!!" I stepped into the shower and let the water hit me. As I started to soap up, the feeling of rubbing the sponge on my bare breasts made me get extremely turned on. I leaned back against the shower wall and continued to rub and fondle my beautiful breast and nipples. I could tell by the increasing ache in my loins that my pussy wanted some attention too. I reached down and began to trace the nail on my index finger around my opening. A low, breathy moan escaped my lips as I moved my fingertip in slow circles around my vaginal opening, making the circles smaller and smaller with each pass. Finally my fingertip was poised right at ground zero. I paused for a moment and slowly inserted my finger inside my body. I rubbed at my g-spot with one hand and continued to caress my nipples with the other, slowly letting the sexual pressure build and boil inside me. As I felt myself get closer to orgasm, I took my fingers out of my body and began rubbing at my clitoris. I could not stand it any more; I needed to cum so desperately! I rubbed my clit harder and harder: pinching and twisting and flicking it with my fingers, all the while my other hand was rubbing my nipples and breasts with greater intensity. A gigantic orgasm that I couldn't hold back any longer erupted within me making me scream with incredible pleasure as my legs got weak under me and my back slid down the shower wall and I ended up sitting my ass on the shower floor, gasping as my chest heaved up and down with each labored breath. I just sat there for a little while, letting the warm water rinse over me, as I calmed down enough to stand again. I got out of the shower a few minutes later and dried myself off. In my mind, I commanded the suit to cover me again, and it responded immediately by "melting" out from my skin to once again rubberize my body. I had already decided earlier that today I was going to go back to the antique shop where I bought the trunk (and the suit) to try and find out more about what has happed to me from the old woman. Figuring that I shouldn't go out of the house looking like this since the sight of the skintight shiny latex suit might attract more attention than I am ready to deal with just yet, I dug out an old pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt to put on over the suit as camouflage. When I was stepping out of the condo onto the front porch, I saw my next-door neighbor, a married man in his mid forties, was outside getting his newspaper off the lawn. He looked over at me and was looking me up and down, undressing me with his eyes. I didn't need to use my powers to notice how much I was turning him on. Even covered up by my ratty old sweat pants and sweatshirt my looks are unequaled thanks to the way my magical rubber cat suit transformed me. The massive hard-on forming in his otherwise loose fitting track pants was a bit of a dead giveaway that he liked what he saw. If he only knew what I had on under these sweats!! I was eager to try out some of my new powers, so I attempted to read his mind. I just needed to concentrate on him for a second and it was like I was inside his head, able to feel all of his emotions and 'hear' all of his thoughts. He was having very rude thoughts about me as I was turning around to lock my front door, commenting about me in his mind: "Oh Sweet Jesus! Way to go Markie my boy! You landed one hot little piece of ass! What I wouldn't do to that tight little thing!" Hearing the piggish thoughts in his mind made me feel very angry. I'm not trying to imply that I never had similar thoughts while checking out a lady when I as still a male, because to be honest I did. But this was different. Now I WAS THE WOMAN being looked at like a piece of meat. "I've been a woman for exactly 12 hours now, and already men are finding ways to piss me off!!" I thought. I felt like testing my mind control powers out on him. I flashed a quick, but friendly smile at him, and he smiled back with a cocky grin. I used my mind control power to control his thoughts and alter his memory. I placed the memories into his mind that I (as Mark) had introduced him to me (as Cassandra) before. I made him believe I was Mark's cousin Cassandra, and that I periodically would stay at Mark's house to keep an eye on things when he would be away on business for more than a day or two. As soon as I broke my telepathic contact with his mind, his entire conduct towards me changed. He immediately lost the macho attitude and politely waved and said a friendly "Good morning Cassandra. I see you're staying at your cousin's again this weekend. Where did he fly off to this time?" Being nice I returned the wave and said "Oh his company sent him to some big meeting out of state". "He should be back some time next week," I said as I opened my car door and went to get in. When I got in the car, I decided to have a little fun at my horny neighbor's expense. I used my magic and cast a spell on him that would make him go limp no matter what he did or how hard he tried to get it up, any time he tried to pleasure himself while thinking of me; or if he tried make love to his wife while imagining he was with me. After all, I didn't want him to run inside and get his jollies off while thinking about being with me! Eventually I'll remove the spell if I feel so gracious, but for now he'll have to suffer through my little "punishment" until I feel he deserves to experience the pleasure that I can give him. (Hey, what's the sense of being all-powerful if you can't have a little fun with it? TeeHee!) "Well that was a lot of fun and a lot easier than I thought!" I said, laughing to myself as I got into my car and sped off to the antique shop. When I parked and got out of the car in front of the store, it was all closed and boarded up as if it had not been open for a very long time. I brushed some of the dirt off the window and peered inside, but it was too dark to see. I looked around to see if anybody was looking, and I was the only one around, so I tried out another one of my powers. I put my hand up to the door and lightly touched it and concentrated on passing through it. My hand started to pass through the door. I pushed ahead further and slowly walked right through the door into the shop as if there was no door there. I looked around me inside the shop, and everything was in the exact same place it was in yesterday, except that tarps and drop cloths and a thick layer of dust covered everything in the store. I walked over to the spot where the trunk had been yesterday. It was easy enough to find since there was no dust on the floor where it had been. "So much for finding any answers here," I said out loud. As I turned around to look around the rest of the place, the old woman appeared before me as a ghostly apparition. "I see you have come looking for some answers," she said in her thick accent. "Yes! Your damn right I have." "First of all, I am not complaining about being given super-powers, or this incredible looking new female body or anything like that, but, what the hell is going on?" "Who are you" and "Where did this magical suit come from, and why if it makes the person wearing it so all-powerful, was it given to me. Why didn't you just keep it for yourself?" "One thing at a time my dear" the woman said in a soothing voice. The woman's ghost offered me a chair, so I pulled the dusty tarp off an old Victorian chair and sat down, eager to here what she had to tell me. "First of all, my name is Korenah (pronounced: Kor-ay-na). So, Mr. Jameson, what have you decided to call yourself now that the suit has transformed you into a woman?" "I have decided to call myself Cassandra." "A most beautiful name for a most beautiful woman" replied Korenah. I once again posed my question of where the suit came from and why it was given to me. Korenah answered by explaining: "Many, many years ago in a little village of what is now part of what you call Yugoslavia I was growing up on a small farm. I was about 2o years old, not a bad looking young girl either. I went off one day into the forest that surrounded my village when I came across that trunk you bought yesterday. It was hidden deep within a cave my friends and I used to explore as children. Something that day drew me further into the depths of the cavern than I had ever gone before. " "That is where I found the magical suit you now wear upon you." "I found the trunk locked, but I was able to get the lock open. I looked inside and saw the rubber cat suit and the rubber boots. I picked them up and looked at them curiously. The material was new to me. I had never seen anything so shiny and smooth before in all my life. I ran my fingers across its smooth shiny surface. Its aroma was intoxicating. I held it up to my nose and deeply breathed in its wonderful scent." "The way the rubber shined, even in the dim light of the cave; the way it smelled; the way it felt in my hands, so smooth and soft, almost slippery: it was combining to fill my head with desires and thoughts yet unknown to me." "I could not resist the urges any longer. I had to feel this wonderfully soft, smooth material on my body. I removed my tattered old dress and worn out sandals, and began to put the suit on." " The magic rubber slid effortlessly onto my body, hugging every curve in its tight grip as I zippered it closed. The rubber worked it's magic on me, energizing me and transforming me much the same way it did to you. It made me more beautiful and more powerful than I ever thought imaginable." "To make a long story short, I wore the suit upon my body constantly for over 3,000 years, never removing it for even a brief moment. Having the magical powers and the unsurpassed physical beauty the rubber suit gave me served me well. They allowed me to satisfy my every wish, whim and desire. I could have anything I ever wanted; material possessions, fulfillment of sexual desires, or anyone and anything else I could possibly want." "I only made the decision to remove the suit and return to my mortal life sometime around the 1920's." I asked the woman "What could have made you decide to give up such incredible power, beauty and eternal life?" Korenah answered, "After all those years of seeing my family and all of my friends or lovers grow old, or get sick and die, while I remained forever young, beautiful and healthy I became very lonely. I could not stand to live any longer. I was tired of loosing everyone I cared about. She quickly changed the subject and said, "Please don't get the wrong idea, child. I have absolutely no regrets about anything I have done over the years with the powers the suit gave me. I loved every single minute of the long life it granted me. With it's power I have committed acts of goodness, kindness, charity and heroism. I have also acted in ways that some may consider evil, selfish, devious, and vengeful. But like I said, I have no regrets what so ever. I will always cherish the feeling of the magic rubber, hugging tight against my body. I loved having the power, the beauty, and the abilities the magic rubber granted me, but it was my time to let go." I took in every word she said, and then asked her "How come if you took off the suit almost 80 years ago and became mortal again are you here with me now?" I also asked her, "If I was to remove the suit and become a mortal again, will my ghost come back too when I die as a guide for the next person who wears the suit?" Korenah clarified things for me by explaining, "The reason I am here with you now is that I felt that I had unfinished business in this world. I am here by choice. I felt that my spirit would not able to reach eternal peace and rest until the suit was safe in the possession of the right person. I could not let such massive power fall into the wrong hands. I came back to guard the suit until the right one came along. As you can see, Cassandra, I feel you are the right person to posses this divine gift. Now my work is complete and I will be able to rest." "I can not answer your question as to the origin of the suit however. That is one question even I do not have an answer for. " "As far as why you were transformed into a woman when you placed the magical rubber suit upon you: the simplest answer I can offer is that beauty and power go hand in hand. Such is the nature of the universe. If you were a biological woman before you possessed the suit, the transformation would have simply enhanced your existing beauty as it energized you with its power. Since in your case, you were a biological male before possessing the suit, it's magic had to first alter your body and transform you into a woman in order for you to receive the power." Korenah's spirit and I talked for many hours until it was getting dark outside. We talked of her life and her travels. She taught me more about how to use my new powers. She even gave me some 'motherly' advice about being a woman (I guess with 3,000 years of experiences to share, she knows what she is talking about!). I asked her if she would always be around to guide me and she replied "Unfortunately, Cassandra, no. Soon you will be fully adjusted to your new powers. My work is done. My spirit can now truly be at rest." We said good-bye to each other, and I thanked her for everything. As her spirit began to fade away, her final words to me were "Remember Cassandra; great power brings great responsibility. Goodbye and good luck to you in your new life. If you are ever at a point where you desperately need my guidance, I will come to you in your dreams. Good Bye." With that she faded away completely. I sat there in the shop for a little while thinking about some of the things Korenah and I talked about. I got up and walked around the shop to look at some of the beautiful antiques, which Korenah had said were mostly things she had accumulated over the years. I pulled a dusty tarp off a large item and found it was an old floor-length dressmaker's mirror. I stood there starring at my reflection, marveling at what I had become over the past 24 hours. "My body is so damn perfect that even in tattered, dirty old sweats I'm a knockout. My completion is so flawless; I don't even need to wear makeup!" I thought. Cassandra's Power I wanted to try something Korenah told me about, so I took off the sweat pants and sweatshirt that was hiding my shiny rubber covered body. She said that I didn't need to cover the suit to camouflage its appearance. All I needed to do was think about what I wanted the suit to look like and it would change its shape and its dimensions (even its color) into whatever I desired. She said it was similar to how I make the suit 'melt' into my skin to expose whatever body parts I want to uncover. I stood in front of the mirror and concentrated on the suit 'morphing' into a latex mini skirt with knee high latex go-go boots, and a low-cut latex tank top. Instantly a tingly wave came over me as the suit responded to my command and 'morphed' into the outfit I desired. I further tested out the 'morphing' ability of the magic cat suit by having it change from rubber to leather. Again, the tingly feeling came over me as it changed from rubber into leather. I didn't care for the way that outfit looked in leather, so I 'morphed' it back into rubber. I noticed that in every case, no matter what material, or what shape or color I had the suit 'morph' into, the inside of the outfit (the part touching my skin) always stayed rubber. If the outside appearance was leather, or a material such as cotton, denim, silk or whatever, the inside surface touching my skin always remained rubber. I played around, 'morphing' the suit into different styles and colors and outfits for a while, but my favorite "outfit" is having the suit as its normal, black rubber cat suit form. With the suit back to normal cat suit form, and the sweat pants and sweatshirt back on to cover my shiny rubber body, I left the antique shop and drove home. All the while during the drive I was thinking about how I am going to handle my (Mark's) sudden, and permanent disappearance, and the sudden appearance of Cassandra, a woman who never existed before yesterday. "Since I don't ever want to remove the magic rubber cat suit and go back to being mortal (or a man for that matter), I can't exactly go around hypnotizing everyone who ever knew me as Mark into thinking I'm his cousin Cassandra." "Actually, with the powers this suit gives me, why can't I do that?" "That gives me an idea!" I exclaimed aloud as I parked in front of my condo. "I can just cast a spell that would totally erase any memory or record of Mark Jameson from existence, and replace those memories and records with ones of Cassandra Jameson instead!" I hurried inside and got ready to cast my spell. With a snap of my fingers, the old sweats I was wearing vanished from my body, leaving me standing there in all my shiny rubbery glory. With a motion of my hands, I magically made the furniture move out of the way, leaving the center of the room clear. Another quick wave of my hand and the all lights turned off, and the few candles I had decorating the room lit up, their dancing flames casting a soft glow throughout the room. I stood in the middle of my living room, raised my arms up to the ceiling, closed my eyes and concentrated as hard I could. I repeated the words of my spell over and over again. With each repetition of the spell's magical words I could feel the power it was invoking build within me, waiting to be released. My whole body was shaking and my skin felt as if it were on fire from the power of the building spell. As the cadence of my words quickened and the volume of my voice increased from a low tone to a near screaming wail, a blue-green aura radiated from all over my body as the spell was nearing completion. I realized I was now floating in mid-air, hovering about a foot or two off the ground at this point. Moments later a blinding release of energy shot out from my entire body in all directions, making the room become brighter than the sun on the hottest summer day. When the release ended I immediately collapsed to the floor gasping for air, feeling weak from the amount of mental concentration and magical energy a spell as massive as that took from me. I was still lying on the floor regaining my bearings and my body still felt a tingly numbness all over from casting such a massive spell, but the whole process left me so turned on. It only took a couple of minutes for me to regain my strength, and I said out loud, "Maybe I should have waited a few days to fully adjust to my new body and powers before attempting such an advanced use of magic. I hope I did everything right for the spell to work." I could feel a throbbing in my groin as my wet, swollen sex rubbed against the tight rubber of the suit. I was so turned on that before I could even attempt to get up off the floor and check to see if my spell worked, I had to take care of myself. I had the suit 'morph' to create a large rubber dildo inside the suit. As the large thick phallus grew to fill my extremely wet cavity I let out a loud shriek. Since I had only been a female for about 20 hours at this point, I had never been fully penetrated by something so thick and long before. I guess you could say that for lack of a better term, I lost my "virginity" that evening as the large rubber cock I magically created "broke my cherry". It was definitely a pleasurable pain. Once the initial shock was over, I found that all I needed to do was rub my hands over my latex covered groin and rock my hips up and down or sway them side to side and it caused the ribs and nubs of the large rubber dildo inside me to stimulate my extra sensitive pleasure spots and bring me to new heights of ecstasy. I made the suit "melt" away from my groin and the dildo 'morph' away, back into the rubber of the suit. When the suit responded to my mental command and disappeared to expose my soaked pussy, my nose was filled with the overpowering odor of my musky sex. I breathed in deeply, taking great delight in the erotic smell of my own body. I placed my fingers into my dripping hole and rubbed at my g-spot and stimulated my clit. I removed my fingers and licked my juices off, relishing each delicious drop. I wanted to continue feeling the fullness and pleasure that the deep penetration with the rubber cock was giving me moments earlier. I snapped my fingers and a large rubber dildo with tiny stimulation ribs and nubs appeared in my hand out of thin air. I eased it inside my cavity and began to trust it vigorously in and out. As I felt the sexual excitement and pressure grow within me, I began to thrust the rubber cock in and out harder and faster as I rubbed at my clitoris with my free hand. The sound of the magic rubber cat suit squeaking and rustling as I moved, and the suction sound of the dildo moving in and out of my body making loud "squishing" sounds with my juices as they lubricated the rubber dick, were as arousing to me as the feeling of it being inside my body. This was certainly not a time for slow passionate self-gratification or sensual self-exploration. This was purely about pleasure of the flesh and self rubber-love. It was the culmination of having the intense feeling of the suit's powers constantly pulsing within me, coupled with the feeling of the skin-tight rubber pressing and massaging and squeezing against my sweaty skin: charging even my slightest movement with incredible pleasure. It had been hours since my last orgasmic release, and all that pent-up sexual energy was coming to a head right at that very moment. The electricity-like feeling of the suit's magical powers surging within me; the super tight feeling of the rubber squeezing my beautiful body; the strong smell of the rubber mixing with my own musky body odor all worked together in heightening the already wonderful experience I was having. I was getting so worked up that I was beginning to sweat even more than normal inside the suit. The added feeling of my sweaty skin sliding around inside the wonderfully tight magical rubber cat suit was the final straw that put me over the edge. Soon a barrage of colossal orgasms began to overtake me. I screamed out loud as I came, and I writhed around on the floor as my body tensed and released over and over again in pure ecstasy with the power of the tight rubber suit amplifying every single part of the experience. I quickly realized exactly how true a statement Korenah made earlier today was: Because of the power of the suit, once I bring myself to the initial point of orgasm, I could keep on having them over and over and over. As long as I keep applying stimulation to my body once I first start to cum, I could keep on repeatedly cumming, over and over again, until I decide I want them stop. After about the tenth or eleventh orgasm in a row I couldn't take any more, so I stopped touching myself long enough for the last waves of pleasure to finish washing over me. With my gorgeous chest heaving up and down I panted to take in shallow, quick gulps of air. I pulled the soaked rubber shaft out of my body and licked it clean as if it were a lollipop as I lay there reveling in the afterglow of the experience to calm myself down: breathing heavily; and loving every rubbery second of it. With a snap of my fingers, any wet spots on the floor, or jizz trails on my shiny rubber suit vanished. Another quick gesture of my hand in the air (reminiscent of the kind Samantha did on the old Bewitched TV show) and the rubber dildo vanished, the candles went out, the lights came back on, and all the furniture was back in its proper place as well. I then "melted" the suit out from under my skin to cover me up again. When I did, the suit absorbed any of my excess sweat that was inside of it, giving my body a very pleasant tingly, prickly feeling as it did. I then stood up from the floor, smiling ear-to-ear like the Cheshire cat: sexually gratified and content. * PART III * I wondered if the spell I cast had worked. My first thought was to check my wallet. I went over to the entrance hallway table, where I always put my keys and wallet when I come home, and found a trendy little black leather purse on the hall table where my wallet usually sits. "That's a good sign," I said. I opened my purse and took out the wallet. I opened it and took out my driver's license and began reading the information. "NAME - CASSANDRA JAMESON, EYE COLOR- BLUE, HEIGHT- 5'7"." It had my correct address; and my birth date, 9/10/73, all there. "It worked!! It really worked!!" I exclaimed out-loud as I jumped up and down for joy, with the heels of my boots making a loud clacking noise against the bare wood floor. It had my (Cassandra's) picture on it where Mark's face used to be. I checked all of my credit cards and the name on them was also now changed to Cassandra Jameson. Even my Social Security card was changed. The social security number was the same one that I had all of my life before my transformation, but the name on the card now read "Cassandra Jameson." "Well, at least I know the spell worked!" I rushed up to the bedroom and began looking through all my draws and closets to see if anything happened to my clothing. Every article of clothing I owned that used to be for a man, was now replaced with the clothing and undergarments appropriate to a woman. I began looking through all the nice designer names in my closets; the fine silks, furs, and leathers: the designer Italian leather pants, dresses, and skirts, as well as the beautiful Italian leather shoes and boots. "Wow, I never knew I had such great taste in women's clothing!" "It's kind of ironic that I have all of this gorgeous clothing, footwear, undergarments and sexy lingerie because I'll never actually have to wear any of it since I can morph my magical rubber cat suit to take on the appearance of any outfit I'll ever need." I started checking through some old files I had put away. Every document I had that once read Mark Jameson on it now had my new name there instead. My birth certificate said "Cassandra Gabrielle Jameson" instead of saying "Mark Gregory Jameson" that used to appear there. Even pictures I had from old parties and from when I was growing up changed to have "the new me" in them. I actually came across an old picture my parents took of me when I was 10 years old at a pool party by my uncle's house. It had a little girl wearing a pink Barbie bathing suit in it where the little boy wearing G.I. Joe swim trunks used to be. "I was such a cute little girl," I said out loud, jokingly. I was very happy to find that my spell worked just as I hoped it would I went back downstairs and was just about to flop down on the sofa and watch a little television when there was a knock on my front door. "Who could that be at 8:30 at night. I'm not expecting anyone." I looked out the peephole to find a very cute young lady with shoulder length dark auburn hair, wearing a black floor length leather trench coat standing there. As she turned around, fidgeting on the porch, I could see that the belt of the leather coat was not tied. Through the open flaps of the coat I could see she had on a nice pair of black leather pants and a gray colored mock-turtle neck sweater. A good look at her pretty face revealed it was my new neighbor who moved in across the street last week. I quickly 'morphed' the suit into a black silk camisole with black silk panties and a black silk bathrobe that ended just below the bottom curves of my rear. I also "melted" the boots into my skin leaving me bear footed. I took a quick look at myself in the hall mirror, and opened the door, greeting my attractive visitor with a pleasant "Hello, can I help you?" "Hi. I am so sorry to bother you at this time of night. My name's Dianna McNamarra. I moved into the condo across the street from you a few days ago" she said She was very attractive, and definitely looked like somebody I wouldn't mind getting to know better. "Hi Dianna. Nice to meet you. I'm Cassandra Jameson. What's the matter? You look pretty worked up," I said to her as I reached out to shake her hand. She had nicely manicured fingernails and her hands had baby soft skin. "I was running out in a hurry to go meet up with some people I know from work. I thought I grabbed my keys off the table as I was running out. Before I realized it, the door closed behind me, locking my keys in the house because I had the doorknob set to auto-lock. To make matters worse my cell phone battery is dead and I've been so busy with work and with moving my things in that I forgot to make a spare key to keep in my purse. I saw your lights on and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call the grounds supervisor to unlock it for me?" "Sure, no problem. Come on inside. I have his number here someplace. Have a seat while I try to find it." "Thanks. I really appreciate your help. I hope I'm not inconveniencing you in any way. You look like you were getting ready to go to bed." "I hope your husband isn't upset," she said with a tone of genuine apology in her voice. "No, no. Don't worry about it. It is no trouble at all. Besides, I'm single and live alone." I continued to reply, "Rich, the grounds supervisor, is not the most pleasant person to deal with at this hour. Would you rather call your husband or boyfriend to let you in? You could stay here and have a cup of coffee while you wait until they get here" I said to her with a bit of suggestion in my voice. I already knew the answer to that question. I was using my powers to probe her mind while we talked: I knew she was single and lived alone; she was almost 27 years old, and was a Junior Vice President at a prestigious legal firm. I also knew that she was straight and was never with a woman sexually, but she is very bi-curious and just waiting for the right kind of woman to come along. She was also still thinking about how my skin was the softest, smoothest, most supple skin she ever felt when she shook my hand a few minutes ago. I also sensed that she was getting highly aroused by me. Dianna answered, "No I don't have anyone to call. I'm not married and I just moved to New Jersey a couple weeks ago. I just know a couple of people at my office and I'm not dating anybody at the moment." I was very happy to hear her say that. I found the ground supervisor's number and gave it to Dianna, who called his house. He must have been out since she asked me for my condo number and my phone number while his answering machine message played and she waited for the beep. She left a message on his machine explaining what happened and that she would be here with me and left him my address and phone number. Then she tried his pager number that I had written on the back of his business card. While she was doing this I poured us both some coffee. As I leaned over to pour it into her cup, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was trying to nonchalantly peek down my robe and look at my breasts. I made sure that I took my sweet time pouring her coffee so she could take a nice long look. When I went to get a spoon out of the silverware draw to mix the sugar, I made it a point to "accidentally" drop it on the floor so I would have to bend over to pick it up. As I bent over to pick up the spoon I turned so my rear end was facing her. In a slow, exaggerated manner, I bent over. Just as I hoped she would, Dianna started checking me out. With my powers I was able to view through her mind exactly what she saw with her eyes. She was looking my ass up and down; at the way my panties hugged and accentuated the perfect curves of my ass; the sexy shape of my slender legs and thighs. It started making me get a little wet just from reading her thoughts and feeling her emotions. When I stood up and went to get another clean spoon from the drawer I asked her if she wanted anything to eat. Her verbal reply was "No thank you. I'm ok," but in her mind I read her thoughts saying, "Oh yes I do! Your sweet pussy!" That made me even hotter for her. I sat down at the kitchen table across from her. During our conversation, Dianna was starring at me: watching my luscious lips as they formed each word when I spoke: watching as I twirled my silky golden blond hair around my finger. At one point in our conversation, she asked me if this was the real color of my eyes or if I wore colored contact lenses to get them such a sparkling blue. It is because of the magical cat suit that I looked the way I did, but I could not tell her that, so I told her that I did not need to wear glasses or contacts, it was my natural color, as was the color of my hair. I tacked on to the end of my statement that "Every part of me is 100% all natural" with a flirty wink. We continued talking for a very long time, the palpable sexual tension between us building: both of us dropping subtle hints and adding in little sexual innuendo and sub-text to our conversation. I knew she wanted me badly, and I wanted her. For some reason I did not want to use my magic to influence her decision to be with me, so I resisted the temptation to use my powers to control her and influence her decision to love me. Even though I had the power to control her will and could make her do anything I desired, I didn't want to. I didn't want her as some kind of magically controlled love slave; I wanted her to be my genuine friend, and lover, all of her own free will. I felt a real attraction to her. It wasn't just her looks that attracted me to her. It was also her personality. Since I had used my powers to read her thoughts, I knew so much about her that it was like I had known her for years, even though it has only been a couple hours since we met. While we were talking, I leaned back in my chair: arching my back and raised my arms up over my head as I pretended to stretch out. The sight of my beautiful breasts excited Dianna as they were lifting up, with their erect nipples pushing against the robe. As I was stretching, I straightened out my leg under the table and "just happened" to run my foot up along her leather-covered leg during my pretend stretch. As I did, Dianna began to blush.