I've been wanting to do another impersonation with a bodysuit cap for
quite some time and when I saw the picture in the first panel below, I
had an idea. It took me longer to write than I thought and once I
finished I realized that I would need to split it up into multiple
panels, which proved slightly troublesome as I had to find some more
high resolution pictures that could possibly go well with the first.
Unfortunately, being that these are all promotional photos of the lovely
and gorgeous supermodel Alessandra Ambrosio, I could not find a series
of pictures and instead had to go with multiple separate ones, each with
their own distinct feel and setting. Hopefully though, this doesn't
take away too much from the overall flow and cohesiveness of the story.
Let me know what you guys think!
Transcript: When I first moved in to the apartment across from unit
309, I was immediately smitten by the beautiful, brown-haired enchantress that
lived in there. She was downright gorgeous. From her long sleek legs to her
silky voluminous hair, every square inch of her body was perfect. She had
smooth tanned skin, a perfect hourglass figure, and the most seductive pair of
dark brown bedroom eyes that you had ever seen. Unfortunately, she was also, to
put it bluntly, a bitch.
Over time, I’d noticed that while she never paid
attention to a normal guy like me, her apartment frequently saw the comings and
goings of affluent gentlemen: doctors, lawyers, corporate executives, and the
like. They were always well dressed and lavished her splendidly with gifts,
which never failed to please her. It seemed like getting her attention was only
a matter of wealth and power.
As the weeks wore on however, I slowly began to realize
that in spite of how much I wanted to be with her, my true desire was to be
her. Although I detested the way she ignored me, I also admired her
self-absorbed and manipulative air. I loved the way she strung each suitor along,
making them feel special and completely wrapping them around her little finger,
sucking them dry before casting them aside once they’d served her purpose. She
was the epitome of feminine guile, charm, and beauty. She was everything I
wasn’t, but wanted to be.
In my mind, I started to formulate a plan. I began to
watch, observe and then tediously practice, imitating her graceful actions, her
sensual motions, and her provocative gestures. I also took the time to
carefully study the subtle inflections and intonations of her deep, sultry
voice, and mimic them as best I could. All the while, every spare moment was
devoted to the creation and design of the mask and the bodysuit that I would
ultimately use to impersonate her, each created from and compared to the
hundreds of photos that I had taken for immaculate authenticity. No detail had
been overlooked, every square inch painstakingly examined for accuracy. The
first time I donned the completed mask and bodysuit, I knew that I was ready. I
could’ve easily passed for her identical twin, even under the most
discriminating eye, but I did not want to be her twin, I wanted to be her. That
left only one thing left to do.
Surprisingly, sneaking into her apartment and subduing
her proved to be relatively simple. Once the dirty work had been done, I slipped
into my new role of her life as with ease, as seamlessly as the vanishing edges
of my mask disappeared. The only little hiccup I had was in having to
periodically stop and discreetly adjust the crotch of the suit then entire
first day, to ensure that everything was still secure. I didn’t want anything
to be making any unexpected appearances, lest my new friends discover how much
better equipped I was than them! But my fears soon proved to be trivial. The
suit disguised my true sex and identity marvelously and not one person
suspected a thing. In fact, I was even complimented on my skillful lovemaking, with
one lover declaring that I was the best he’d ever had and that I had truly
blown him away.
His approval pleased more than that he would ever know. I
adored being desired, to see and to feel the hardness of their cocks and know
that I was the cause, excited me more than anything. I yearned for the lustful
stares of men and how quickly they would fall to my feet for only a chance to
make love to me. How they continued to attempt to fulfill my every whim and
shower me with luxurious gifts, even though they only received blue balls in return.
Oh how I loved to tease them, to gently bring them to the brink of pleasure
before violently denying them release. How frustrated they became as I
continued to grind on them, satisfying myself, but refusing to let them within.
They could’ve overpowered me, taken me, and ravished me a primal passion, but
instead they begged at my feet for relief. I had them so wrapped up around my
pretty little finger that they would’ve done anything for me.
In no time at all, I had become a sexier, meaner, and
bigger bitch than my neighbor ever had been. I was now the naughty, teasing,
and manipulative bitch in apartment 309 and I loved it!