The story goes, as Metal was walking
down the dark streets of Downtown DA City he hears some small scurrying noises
coming from down an alley. Normal people would ignore it thinking it was just
rats, but Metal, being a paranoid man, decided to investigate. As he walk down
the alley to find the source of the noise he didn't notice someone sneak up
behind him. Suddenly Metal is zapped with a strange light force, enveloping him
in a purple glow.
Before he could protest and turn around, his clothes poofed and deteriorated, leaving him naked. Then, just as fast as his clothes went, all his hair fell off and evaporated, leaving him smooth and almost shiny. As he tried to cover himself up, out of seemingly nowhere he is glopped with a strange glue that stuck itself on his smooth chest and butt. He tries to run but something begins to crawl up his legs, immobilizing him. He watched terror as from the darkness sprang a pair of rather large breast forms and other silicone pads that quickly attached themselves to the glue on his body.
On his legs crawled a pair of pink panties and dark tan stockings, slowly enveloping his legs and crotch. He reaches to try to pull everything off but his arms are attacked by a pair of bright, shiny pink shoulder length gloves, taking control of his arms.
With his arms and legs under the control of the gloves and stockings all he could do was try to yell for help, but his cry is cut short as a tight corset wraps itself around him and squeezes. Hard to breathe, he tries to struggle against the strange changes, feeling the soft feel of the fabric and cold touch of the glue and silicone against his body. Soon he feels something gloop down on his naked head and as he turns to see what it was a big, blonde wig begins to descend upon him. He tries to muster up another yell in the corset but is silenced as something begins to write on his face.
He can feel a strange, magical force begin to apply makeup onto him. His face is painted a much lighter shade of foundation, he can feel new eyebrows being drawn in high above where his normal ones used to be. His lips begin to be painted a guady pink that darkened at the edges much larger than his lips actually were, losing control of his lips. He closes his eye as it lined with thick, black liner and coated with bright, shocking pink and white eyeshadow and makeup. A pair of thick, bushy eyelashes stick themselves onto his eyelids as the blonde wig sets itself down on the glue on his head.
Before he could protest and turn around, his clothes poofed and deteriorated, leaving him naked. Then, just as fast as his clothes went, all his hair fell off and evaporated, leaving him smooth and almost shiny. As he tried to cover himself up, out of seemingly nowhere he is glopped with a strange glue that stuck itself on his smooth chest and butt. He tries to run but something begins to crawl up his legs, immobilizing him. He watched terror as from the darkness sprang a pair of rather large breast forms and other silicone pads that quickly attached themselves to the glue on his body.
On his legs crawled a pair of pink panties and dark tan stockings, slowly enveloping his legs and crotch. He reaches to try to pull everything off but his arms are attacked by a pair of bright, shiny pink shoulder length gloves, taking control of his arms.
With his arms and legs under the control of the gloves and stockings all he could do was try to yell for help, but his cry is cut short as a tight corset wraps itself around him and squeezes. Hard to breathe, he tries to struggle against the strange changes, feeling the soft feel of the fabric and cold touch of the glue and silicone against his body. Soon he feels something gloop down on his naked head and as he turns to see what it was a big, blonde wig begins to descend upon him. He tries to muster up another yell in the corset but is silenced as something begins to write on his face.
He can feel a strange, magical force begin to apply makeup onto him. His face is painted a much lighter shade of foundation, he can feel new eyebrows being drawn in high above where his normal ones used to be. His lips begin to be painted a guady pink that darkened at the edges much larger than his lips actually were, losing control of his lips. He closes his eye as it lined with thick, black liner and coated with bright, shocking pink and white eyeshadow and makeup. A pair of thick, bushy eyelashes stick themselves onto his eyelids as the blonde wig sets itself down on the glue on his head.
As the wig set itself onto his head,
it began to take control of his mind, sending images of drag queens and
crossdressers through his head. His panties began to stretch as he hardened,
the thoughts of crossdressing warping his mind. He grew harder and harder,
leaking out precum through his panties as he was being rewritten. His mind
began to become corrupted, creating memories and desires of dressing up in drag
and going to gay clubs and bars. Soon his mind let go of his love of women and
instead filled him with irresistible desires to look like a woman and want
everything a woman wants. He began to reach his limit as he began to remember
what women want and thoughts of long, hard cocks filled his mind. His mind
cracked as he began to imagine gay thoughts of taking in tons of male dick up
and in to him. As he thought these dirty, gay thoughts, the new full drag queen
couldn’t help but moan behind thick, painted lips as he unloaded a cum into his
panties, soaking them and leaving a dark spot in the fabric.
Metal stood in the alley, his face and body covered in thick, fake drag queen attire, looking bright and pink even in the dark alley. He was now in full control of his own body as a pair of pink stiletto boots made their way on his feet and a short, shiny dress slithered its way up his body, the seeping semen from earlier coming through the dress as well.
He smiled as he could feel his body begin to move and sashay out of the alley, now able to control his body, not wanting to stop its flirtatious movements. He shuddered and licked his lips to think how the rest of his night would go as he swung his drag queen hips down the street, looking for the nearest cock he can suckle on.
Metal stood in the alley, his face and body covered in thick, fake drag queen attire, looking bright and pink even in the dark alley. He was now in full control of his own body as a pair of pink stiletto boots made their way on his feet and a short, shiny dress slithered its way up his body, the seeping semen from earlier coming through the dress as well.
He smiled as he could feel his body begin to move and sashay out of the alley, now able to control his body, not wanting to stop its flirtatious movements. He shuddered and licked his lips to think how the rest of his night would go as he swung his drag queen hips down the street, looking for the nearest cock he can suckle on.
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