Cynthia's Mask

Chapter 1 - Transformation

*WARNING: This story is about a woman who becomes a BHM*

Cynthia was somewhat of an outcast at my college, being the only goth there, but me... I thought she was the hottest chick on campus. I befriended her even though I knew she wasn't a lez. Maybe subconsciously I thought I could convince her to bat for the other team.

One evening we were sitting on Cyn's bed and she was telling me that she was into black magic. I didn't believe in magic, and was distracted by her beauty and voice, so I wasn't really paying attention.

'Mel, are you listening to me?' she asked, somewhat annoyed. 'Yeah,' I responded dreamily. Then, without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. She didn't kiss back. 'OMG! What had I just done?' I thought. 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to that' I uttered in desperation.

Cyn stared at me with a look of contemplation. Had I ruined our friendship for good? Why did I do that? Then suddenly she said, 'No... it's alright.' Walking out of the room, she left me pretty bewildered.

Cyn returned a minute later with a latex mask. At first, I thought it was a Tor Johnson, but then I realized it was just a fat bald man. 'Here, put this on.' she requested. So I guess she wanted to pretend that I looked like this guy?

Not knowing what else to do, I did so. Then Cyn grabbed my head by the ears of the mask and kissed me passionately. I couldn't feel her lips, but I felt her tongue in my mouth. I was in seventh heaven. If this is what she wanted, so be it - it was a LOT better than not being with her at all.

'Strip naked and lay down on the bed, face-up, with your head on one of the pillows,' Cyn commanded. She had never commanded me to do anything before, but I was happy to oblige.

I did as she said. I took the mask off when I took my top off. As I was about to lay down Cyn put the mask back over my head. I was surprised for a moment, but then I remembered the situation.

Cyn then took out some handcuffs from her wardrobe and cuffed me to the bedhead. This was all kinda kinky, the handcuffs and the mask - I was liking it. After some searching, she found a strap-on and strapped it on me. I had no idea why she owned one of those, being straight and all.

Cyn then proceeded to fuck me hard, holding onto my hips, while doing so she mumbled something that sounded like an incarnation. Afterward, she again kissed me passionately.

After getting off, Cyn said 'I'll be back soon.' She then walked out of the room. I can't say it was the best experience ever, since just laying there with a strap-on while I was fucked didn't do much for me, and it didn't seem either of us had orgasmed, but I was just so happy that I was finally getting somewhere with her.

Suddenly I felt very sleepy. Maybe that's why it didn't occur to me how strange things had been getting, or perhaps it was just excited by the prospects. Either way, I fell asleep contentedly.

I woke up feeling rather groggy. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that something or somethings were different, very different. I was no longer wearing the mask, but that wasn't it.

The handcuffs felt really tight around my wrists. Looking forward at my body laying on the bed in front of me I saw a sight that made me scream at the top of my lungs.