The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Caddie arrived home after what had been a very frustrating, yet interesting day. It had been a slow and amusing morning at her monotonous job; for some reason the itching on her scalp and the sound of cracking bones that appeared whenever she moved made her smile and feel elated. Although the latter didn’t help Caddie on her already lousy job at all, on the contrary, it was loud enough that it actually made one of her co-workers rush from halfway across the store to see if she was all right. The co-worker kept on insisting that Caddie should get that checked, but as soon as she heard an angry hiss coming from Caddie’s hair she stopped worrying as much.

Soon after that Caddie realized that the itching and hissing only happened when she arched her back or moved in such a manner that forced the swimsuit she was wearing underneath her clothes to rub against her sex.

By noon, things had picked up in the store; Caddie had already attended to over fifteen customers and there was no indication that they were going to be her only commission for the day. For the first time in years, Caddie found herself convincing customers to buy the wares she suggested, the items she brought out, and the garments—especially swimsuits—that she told them were the best. It was as if suddenly, after so long, the secret arts of being a retail salesperson had revealed themselves to her. She was acting, contrary to her nature, like a convincing and charming person.

That same feeling of self-accomplishment and the happiness that came from her swimsuit rubbing on her flesh combined with the exciting worry she felt. Whenever a customer got too close to her, Caddie feared they would discover her strange choice for undergarment, yet she delighted at how excited it made her feel. It was like being on a roller coaster—the fear just gave the experience a paradoxical thrill.

Caddie was obviously too preoccupied and concentrated with these new feelings, which she thought were related to her job, that she didn’t notice that no customer would go near her voluntarily. It was not quite obvious, but Caddie’s hair was shuddering and moving, slightly and almost imperceptibly. The customers couldn’t actually see it, but they knew there was something strange going on.

The day went on and Caddie’s paycheck doubled thanks to the amount of customers she helped, convinced and perhaps forced to buy. At the end of her shift, Caddie felt both aroused and tired. Two things she planned to correct once she got home.

Caddie ran up the flight of stairs so quickly she barely noticed when she almost tripped over.

Her body shuddered on its own, her abrupt movements forcing the combined layers of nylon and lycra to rub over her sex.

Caddie moved towards her bedroom, pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door—it had remained locked since she feared her roommate might find her new collection of swimsuits and pantyhose—and quickly walked inside, locking the door behind her. She hurriedly ripped off her work clothes until she was standing clad only in a pair of black, seamed pantyhose and a sky blue swimsuit with thin straps, a high-cut and an A logo over her right breast. She walked towards her mirror, eager to appreciate her body clad in the image of perfection.

Caddie stared at her reflection with soft, distracted-looking eyes, lust apparent in her smile. She ran her left hand softly over her chest and breasts, her right hand going up and down her pantyhose-covered thighs.

Caddie felt that her newfound lust for her attire was quite bizarre, yet she couldn’t help but love it. She knew that wearing it under her daily clothes, using it as a replacement for pyjamas, and to masturbate daily on it was wrong. But she couldn’t deny Lord Herrera’s words; it was just a reality that this kind of swimwear was most erotic in design, most sensual in feel, and utterly arousing in its tightness. She loved the way it hugged her body, how it enhanced her minimalist curves... And much more, Caddie thought, her face now a visage of pure lust.

Caddie sat on the soft, stained bed; her back reclined against some pillows and one-piece swimsuits. She parted her legs, rubbing the pantyhose against the many tight garments acting as bed covers.

She whimpered and moaned; her hands rubbed up and down her whole encased body, caressing her covered nether lips with soft strokes and pressing her sensitive, yet small, nipples with lasting pinches.

Caddie continued to caress herself until slight rubs on her sex were not enough. She ached for more.

The sound of cracking bones echoed in the room as Caddie arched her back. She was rubbing her sex with another swimsuit, pushing a finger through two layers of delicious lycra and one of nylon. Her black hair began to hiss deeply, slightly shuddering as if sharing Caddie’s lust was akin to a powerful surge of electricity.

Lost in pleasure and ecstasy, the swimsuits touching her body, sending jolts into her skin; every touch, every caress upon Caddie’s body felt like heaven, mighty and delicious.

The caresses continued for a long time even after Caddie became nothing more than a fit of moans and groans until ultimately, she released one long, silent scream of utter ecstasy. At the same time as that scream, she cried something in more voices than just her own.

Caddie heard her roommate trash somewhere downstairs just as she walked out of the shower. She wondered what sort of heavy load her roommate was carrying to make such a racket—usually she was as silent as the wind.

Caddie looked at her naked image on the bathroom mirror and frowned. She not only felt completely naked without her swimsuit, but she felt like an alien in her own skin without the tightness and sensuality of being covered. Her skin wanted to feel the silkiness of nylon, ached to have something tight covering it.

But why? A hissing voice asked her; Caddie pondered the question and then answered: because it feels fucking good.

A pair of blue pantyhose soon covered her legs, the smooth material slightly rubbing over her sensitive areas, making Caddie’s sex flare yet again. She then took a brand new competitive swimsuit, one that was black with electric blue stripes running down the sides. It was smooth and shiny and it completely covered her torso. Caddie closed her eyes and enjoyed the way her outfit hugged her body, albeit this time there was no shroud of arousal to amplify the look. But her enjoyment was cut short when she looked once again at her swimsuit-clad reflection, one eyebrow raised. There’s something strange, Caddie thought and indeed there was something strange about her reflection. Not how she looked or what she was wearing, but the fact that her hair was moving, and not in a pleasant way. She looked as if a sudden surge of electrostatic energy had passed near her head.

Caddie’s eyes widened with recognition.

She tentatively touched her hair, as if afraid it might shock her or bite back, and was both amazed and a little scared as some strands of hair entwined themselves around her fingers, softly caressing her with affection and love. Caddie quickly pulled away her hand, a drum beating hard in her chest, her eyes wide with apprehension. She thought the hair might be angered, but instead it simply retreated and returned to its normal state; though Caddie could swear she heard it whimper—a sound that, to anyone else, would sound more like the rustling of leaves.

Once again, Caddie touched her hair with a shaking hand. Caddie heard a happy sound as more black hair than before twisted around her fingers, hand and arm. She couldn’t help but smile; for some reason the way her hair caressed her skin made her feel appreciated, merry even. Her hand stopped shaking and soon enough Caddie was caressing her hair back.

Time passed and Caddie just stood there, mindlessly rubbing her thighs together while she became better acquainted with her now sentient black hair. Eventually Caddie found out that she was able to speak to it, thought she had to do so in a soothing and quiet voice so it wouldn’t react in an unexpected way. And, whenever she spoke to her hair, it would speak back to her with words filled with loving-kindness.

Caddie was brought back from her own personal realm to the place generally known as reality when she heard her roommate storm out of her room and then run down the stairs with equal vigor. Caddie was slightly angered, thinking back to the many times she (had) yelled at Lila for slamming doors.

Caddie whispered to her hair, which had started to move erratically—a more intense reaction to her slight anger—until it whispered something back before calming down. The thin girl was once again surprised when she saw her hair fix itself into a ponytail.

Caddie finished dressing: a long jean skirt with two fabric-made ragged cuts going along the skirt’s side, and a green t-shirt with words in a lighter shade of green. She checked herself again on the mirror, making sure some of the pantyhose and swimsuit showed through her clothes.

After all, she wanted to mesmerize her roommate.

A waft of pleasing and mouth-watering scents filled Caddie’s nostrils as she walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Caddie couldn’t help but smile, knowing that her roommate was preparing some of her fine cooking, perhaps in her honour. She’s so lovely, she thought to herself as she turned and walked into the kitchen.

The first thing Caddie noticed about her roommate was just how cute she looked—a curious thing to notice after years of living together.

Caddie found herself admiring the voluptuous curves of her friend Lila, the blue-dyed colour of her pixie cut hair, the tribal tattoos on her cheeks and neck. Lila was wearing a dress she had composed out of old clothes’ scraps and beads. She’s indeed cute, Caddie thought.

“Stressful day, wasn’t it, Caddie?” Said the blue-haired girl as she chopped without raising her eyes.

Caddie blinked and managed to keep her hair still; it wanted to move and thrash, surprised as it was at the promptness and accuracy of Lila’s remark. “How the hell did you figure that out, Lila?” Asked Caddie as she walked towards the table in the middle of the kitchen. The smell was even more delicious in there.

“Oh?” Lila shrugged. “Well, you tend to lock yourself in your room whenever you have a stressful day or if you just feel overall shitty. Though, your hair tends to get crazy when you are like that... and it’s not now. Huh.” Lila said with a frown, looking at Caddie’s hair. She immediately smiled and added: “So, I decided some of my fine pasta would cheer you up!” Lila turned towards her pots and pans and continued cooking.

Caddie smiled and walked towards the fridge. I am a lucky girl, she thought, remembering how hopeless she had been before Lila came along.

As Caddie opened the fridge looking for a bottle of soda, she thought back to the months after her dreams were crushed. She was devastated, her whole life crushed and her hopes for a future destroyed. She had not wanted to go on. For months she lived off what money she had left. Her old family home fell into total disrepair, too depressed to do anything, she didn’t even clean it.

Caddie retreated into herself, forsaking her friendships in favour of self-loathing and moping until the day Lila appeared. Lacking the funds to maintain her house, Caddie reluctantly placed an add for a roommate. Though she was angry at agreeing to do this—her parents forcing her to choose between a roommate or selling the house—soon enough Caddie learned it was for the best.

Lila, though surprised to see the state of disrepair the house was in, and a bit disgusted at Caddie’s apathy, soon took the reins of the situation and completely shifted Caddie’s outlook on life. Lila managed to force Caddie out of her shell and into the real world. She helped her get over her failures and overcome the effects of many a lonely month.

It didn’t take long for Caddie to learn how to enjoy life once again. After fixing her centuries-old property, Caddie realized she had to get up and running again, and managed to find a job that, while it resolved her economical problems, left her as empty as ever.

Lila had indeed fixed her, but had not been able to fill the void.

Caddie smirked and her black hair hissed sadly at the thought. Caddie ran her fingers through her hair and felt her hair tickling and caressing her hand; she liked it. She grabbed a bottle of soda and closed the fridge, wondering how to turn Lila into whatever she had become.

She blinked twice, realizing she now had an urge to turn her friend into a lady—what Lord Herrera had called her just when she woke up from that imposed sleep.

“So, how is your dead-end job doing?” Asked Lila. As if Caddie needed to be reminded about it.

“You know how: It is boring. It is awful. And I absolutely hate it!” Caddie hissed, breathed in deeply, and opened the bottle. She took one deep gulp from it and then slammed it against the table. “Though, something new might have turned up.” She grinned.

Caddie looked at the bottle’s nutritional facts and read the ingredients; she enjoyed doing that, though she never really understood half of it. It was one of her quirks, something she did when she was angry or bored and had something manufactured in her hands. But this time, somehow, she understood what she was reading. Strange, she thought as she felt a passing feeling just like a sting on the back of her head. Caddie shook her head, ignoring the pain.

“That’s the spirit!” Lila said as she turned around; her chirpiness brought Caddie out of her encompassing thoughts. Her mouth opened as if to say something but quickly closed; her smile died and a frown appeared as she moved her eyes towards Caddie’s hair.

“Lila?” Caddie said, her brow arched quizzically; she paused for a second before realizing Lila was staring at her hair. “Something’s up?”

“It’s just that,” She began. “Your hair, it looks—”

“There’s nothing wrong with my hair, right?” Caddie quickly answered; her voice sounded different—smoother and softer—Caddie believed it was a nervous cracking. She moved her hand towards her hair, hoping it wasn’t moving like a nest of horny snakes; it wasn’t, luckily.

Lila shook her head. “No, no... For a second I...” She fell silent, looking confused. She swore that for a fleeting moment she saw Caddie’s hair move, but Caddie was right, there was nothing wrong with her hair.

Lila turned off the stove and then proclaimed that the food was ready.

The two ate in silence. Caddie’s heartbeat normalized and, some time later, her thoughts wandered. Her daydreaming took her to scenarios in which she shared the new kinks and sensations Lord Herrera had given to her with Lila. Caddie managed to hide the confusion she was feeling. Why on Earth would she think things like that?

Her right eye closed hard, her mouth contorted; Caddie twisted her face in pain and rubbed the back of her head. Then, she relaxed. Caddie was getting used to the sudden flashes and headaches that disappeared as quickly as they come. She never questioned them or even took medication against them, for, somehow, deep down, she knew that they were meant to happen.

For some reason.

She kept on eating, realizing she now understood how and why she had to share what she was becoming with her friend.

At the other end of the table, Lila wondered how to make this dish tastier. Every now and then she snuck glances at Caddie’s hair, each time swearing that it was moving, then immediately ignoring this fact. There’s nothing wrong with my hair, echoed in the remote parts of her mind and then she said nothing.

It was Caddie’s turn to do the dishes and she used the time and distraction to think of ways to transform Lila. Simply telling her what she was going to become—even if Caddie had any idea of what she had become—sounded utterly insane. Perhaps if she seduced her roommate she could do it faster and, for the lack of a better word, more properly. But even this idea seemed farfetched: there was no way Caddie could seduce a man, let alone a girl.

Even forcing her friend into a corner and using her hair the same way Lord Herrera did was a possibility, but Caddie felt that she did not posses the skills to do so yet.

“Have you done anything out of the ordinary lately?” Lila suddenly asked, bringing Caddie back to the real world. She was holding a cup of tea and her eyes were practically glued to Caddie’s hair.

Caddie juggled with a fork, Lila’s voice distracting her from both the dishwashing and the tinkering.

“W-whatever do you mean?”

“You look... different. Not only your clothes... but everything. Since last Sunday you’ve had this air... Argh! I don’t know how to explain it.” Lila said, her frown expressing concern and confusion.

“Really?”

“Yes! There’s a reason I’m pointing it out!” Lila didn’t intend to yell.

“Maybe I actually did something.” Caddie chuckled. She was trying to be both vague and intriguing about what happened last Sunday. Perhaps luring Lila into a trap could be another option.

Lila knew that chuckle. “Really?” She said in surprise; her composure changed from annoyance to girlish curiosity, “Do tell!”

Caddie finished cleaning the surface next to the sink and then turned around, a devious smile on her face. “No-oh!” She said playfully.

Teasing. Yes, that can work, Caddie thought. Thanks to the many times she had discovered Lila spying on her whenever she invited a boy home, Caddie knew very well that Lila was way too interested in her “love life”. So, if there was one way to ensnare this fish, it was talking about such meetings with men.

Caddie tried to remember what Lord Herrera did and how he did it. She remembered the delicious sensations he made her feel, the soft caresses of the swimsuit against her skin as she lay down on the bed and upon the swimsuits, the serpentine movements of his white hair on her skin... Caddie was even able to hear an echo, faint yet eager, of his whispering voices.

“Come on! Say it!” Caddie heard Lila say from behind the shroud of whispers.

“Well...” Caddie paused as she turned around, hoping to see a curious-faced Lila she instead was met with a wide-eyed, mouth-ajar stare.

Caddie was going to tease Lila until she was vulnerable enough, until she asked to see what Lord Herrera (not that Caddie would’ve mentioned his name) did. Then Caddie would’ve showed Lila and transformed her. But Caddie didn’t take into consideration her lively hair. Her hair, alive and sentient, which had developed an empathy and personality of its own, moved in response to the memory of its birth.

The black strands writhed slowly, almost imperceptible, hissing loudly enough for Lila to perceive it as a pitch before rising just like a human wave would move in a stadium after a goal.

Caddie didn’t quite hear a hiss; she knew it was a hiss, but to her it became words. The hair spoke in its thought-speak and Caddie understood. She brought her hand to eye level and allowed the hair to entwine her fingers.

“Lila...” Caddie whispered in a voice not entirely her own.

Lila couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t think beyond a loud echo of flabbergasted curses. Her hands were shaking; her heart was a drum against her ribcage; her diaphragm a racing car...

“Lila...” Caddie took one step and then another. “Please, relax.” She whispered, her words beginning to fragment—two different voices, whispering and soothing. Every step she took made the swimsuit rub her skin, every touch and caress an electric torrent of pleasure.

Lila’s breathing slowed down, her heartbeat calmed down; but her eyes, unblinking from a fear of what the monster hair might do, remained as open as a brothel’s doors.

Another step. “Lila, just relax.” Caddie both whispered and sang. “Just relax and listen to me.”

The shaking and shivering stopped. Lila calmed down; her eyes slowly returned to their normal position and coherent thought displaced fear and surprise.

Caddie smiled in an unfamiliar way: eyes gleaming with peace and love, lips slightly touching, a smile that spoke a language of trust. She knew that, no matter what, this stare—this face would make Lila lose her fear.

“Just relax and listen to me, Lila.” A singing voice echoed against a whispering voice. “Don’t be afraid, it is not going to do anything. My hair won’t do anything to you yet. Trust me.”

Lila felt at ease—relaxed. She knew it was still Caddie, even if her hair went with the Medusa treatment. She had all reasons to trust her. Lila stood, shakily at first but soon regained her composure.

“You can trust me,” Caddie repeated, one hand mindlessly seeking to rub the lycra on her chest. “Just listen to my voice and relax.”

Lila breathed in deeply and held her breath for a second. She exhaled, releasing all tension and problems—all worry about the bizarre situation.

“I trust you.” Lila whispered softly.

“What was that, Lila?”

“I trust you.” Lila whispered, this time audible enough.

“Good.” Caddie said, a grin on her face. Things were moving along.“Just listen to my voice and trust me.”

Caddie placed her hand on Lila’s shoulder; the latter shuddered and gasped, for a second it seemed as if she was going to snap out of the slight trance. Caddie sang and whispered again and Lila calmed down; she slowly moved her hand down Lila’s arm until their hands touched. Lila gasped slightly.

“Follow me.” Caddie whispered and turned around, forcing the swimsuit to rub just in the right way for her to have to suppress a moan and for her skimpy skirt to graze her lovely hose.

Lila couldn’t object to Caddie’s lovely singing voice when it whispered like that. She just couldn’t. Lila followed Caddie, wondering how exactly Caddie managed to speak with two voices.

Lila had not been in Caddie’s room for a while. Ever since Caddie’s behaviour change, the door to her room had been perpetually locked. It had been close to two weeks since the question appeared on her mind, and finally she would see why Caddie had locked it, hopefully.

Inside the dimly lit room Lila saw what she immediately recognized as hundreds of competitive swimsuits and nylons covering almost everything in the room. Competitive swimsuits and pantyhose of all colours and designs hung from the closet, replaced bed covers, acted as one huge rug, and filled the open cabinets.

“Caddie...” Lila whispered from a far away land of trust and love. “Why so many...” Lila felt a slender finger press against her lips.

“Don’t worry, Lila.” Caddie both whispered and sang, two voices acting as one. “Everything’s normal. This is normal. You like this.”

Lila breathed in and looked around the room again. I like this, she whispered in her mind and it was true—she liked it. The swimsuits, the pantyhose, the fact that there were just too many and that they were sprawled all over the place; all of it was normal, she approved.

Caddie guided Lila towards the bed; her steps echoed loudly and deeply in the room, deep thuds on the hardwood against a background of swishing pantyhose—the dread sound of the inevitable.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Caddie thought, not realizing that what she was doing was against her very nature. She smiled outwards and told Lila to undress.

Somewhere deep inside she felt what she was doing- what she was going to do, was just wrong. But the new voices that came out of her mouth, the new voices that slowly transformed her into a lady drown out) the inquiries. She had been waiting for an opportunity and here it was, lying on her swimsuit-covered bed with a mind as open to invasion as a failed estate.

Caddie admired Lila’s body, her naked flesh beautiful enough to create lustful feelings within Caddie. Her heartbeat increased and her hair began to twist slowly, one step behind her rising pulse.

“Caddie...“Lila whispered, her eyes not knowing whether to focus on Caddie or the darkness beyond. “What are you doing?” She managed.

Lila’s friend smiled, a slight blush apparent on her cheeks—her new desires had yet to completely drown the shy girl she is. Caddie took a deep breath to steady herself and her thoughts and to calm her hissing hair.

“Shh...” She said in her two voices both to her friend and to her hair. “I am going to give you a gift, Lila.” She whispered and sang.

The black hair hissed and twisted—sounds that Caddie could understand as approval and happiness(.)

“A gift...” Lila whispered, unable to say no.

“Yes. A great gift, a delicious gift,” Caddie said, one of her hands idly drawing circles around Lila’s navel. “You will love it.”

“Love...” Lila closed her eyes, letting a soft sigh of pleasure escape her lips. “It... Love it.” She moaned inwardly, enjoying Caddie’s touch.

Caddie whispered a yes and her hair began caressing her neck. She removed herself from the edge of the bed and looked around her mess of a floor, searching for a special suit she had specifically acquired for this moment.

After staring with hungry eyes at the two grey swimsuits and the pair of pantyhose that covered her query, Caddie took Lila’s future suit, a light green swimsuit with two belts of black diamonds on the chest and waist, and quickly returned to her friend.

“Here’s your gift.” Caddie said with a third voice; she was holding the swimsuit just above Lila’s belly. “You will love this one, Lila. Swimsuits are,” She moaned. “so exotic and hot.”

“...hot.” Was the only thing Caddie could hear, Lila’s voice nothing more than a faint whisper.

Caddie smiled and placed the swimsuit on Lila’s body, rubbing her hands over the material.

“Yes,” Lila felt Caddie’s breath on her neck. “Swimsuits are just so exotic, so utterly arousing. They show a girl’s curves, enhance your looks.” Caddie smiled devilishly, one hand tracing circles over Lila’s sensitive bits.

Lila moaned.

“Good Lila. You love that feeling, don’t you?” Caddie said in her three voices. “The delicious feeling of someone touching you through the swimsuit. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes...” Lila moaned softly.

She loved the feeling. The soft touches of Caddie’s fingers through the suit clouded her mind. The swimsuit, cool and smooth on her chest and belly, felt utterly delicious; it was so sensual, so arousing, and so good. Why had she never realized this? Why had she always thought of the kind of swimsuits as ugly and hideous when they were just so magnificent?

She shivered hard, her body filling with arousal; Caddie’s deft hands knew just where to touch and where to rub.

“You love swimsuits, don’t you?” Caddie said, her voice singing a statement, not a question. She had her thumb and forefinger playing with a lycra-covered nipple.

“Yes...” Lila said not from the hazy kingdom of a weakened mind, but from the realm of conscious thought.

She loved swimsuits; she had always loved them. Her skin craved to be covered, her sex tingled at the idea of being touched through a swimsuit, her whole being wanted to wear the swimsuit.

She shivered, her toes curling and hands gripping at the swimsuit and pantyhose on the bed; these last felt so good against her back that she couldn’t help but moan loudly.

“That is a good girl,” Caddie sang, whispered, and chanted—three voices caressing Lila’s neck. “Don’t you love the swimsuit. You want to wear it, to have it encase your torso.” Caddie smiled, feeling her hair hiss and twist in what she understood to be arousal.

Caddie grinned, loving the sensations of control and happiness and arousal coursing through her body. She never thought that transforming her friend into a Lady like herself would feel so good, so fulfilling; though she had the strange feeling of knowing this.

She smiled, moving towards Lila’s writhing legs just as the girl in the trance moaned several words of agreement. She took the green swimsuit off of Lila, much to the girl’s groaning complaints and then elevated her legs. Caddie couldn’t help but feel a deep arousal; her pantyhose and swimsuit rubbed her increasingly wet sex, and the sight of the weakened Lila made her feel tingly all over.

Lust—that is what she was feeling. Lust and need to taste her friend’s body. But first she had to cover her torso, to dress her in the most erotic garment. After that she could feed these new sensations, this new need to touch her friend.

“Caddie...” Lila moaned as she felt the swimsuit go up her legs, closing in on her sex. “It feels so good... swimsuit... Yes.” She moaned loudly as the swimsuit touched her sex.

Caddie felt her body shiver with arousal, her hair twist wildly, and her sex call for attention. She gasped when she unconsciously rubbed her crotch against the bed. But this didn’t stop her from helping Lila feel the pleasure. Caddie kept on moving the swimsuit up Lila’s body, trying to ignore the girls wails of lust as her body was touched by the most erotic garment.

“See,” Caddie whispered, her crotch rubbing against’ Lila’s leg, her chest touching her friend’s. “It feels so good, so utterly good.”

“Yes!” Lila screamed, her mind too weakened, the lust and need too powerful for her to take. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed and thrashed once the swimsuit covered her body.

Caddie moaned too, feeling Lila’s thrashing leg against her sex. It had been successful, her first attempt at corrupting someone. And it had been delicious too.

Caddie not only felt a deep, powerful arousal, but also a delicious sense of accomplishment and happiness. She was one step closer to transforming Lila into a Lady; though, she still had no idea why she needed to do so.

Suddenly Caddie felt Lila’s arms wrap themselves around her neck and her friend’s ample bosom press against her own. The moan and the delicious feeling of swimsuit-covered skins rubbing forced her out of her own thoughts.

Caddie was confused. She wanted to make Lila into a lady—a lady with a deep fascination for swimsuits—and that was it. Nothing more. But she was aroused. She was craving Lila’s body; she wanted to run her hands over her curves and taste her flesh. And never had she had such thoughts.

Lila moaned. “I love it!” She said, her voice a purr.

Lila too was confused, but she just ignored the questioning voices. She was feeling too good, too sensual, and too aroused to pay attention to logic. She wanted to press her flesh against Caddie’s, to feel their hot bodies rub against each other.

Caddie felt Lila’s lips on her own, eager kisses covering her lips and neck. Lila ran her hands along the soft curves of her friend, gently and slowly, before she pulled the girl with the living hair down onto the swimsuit-and-pantyhose-covered bed.

Caddie’s eyes showed her confusion, momentarily, before the sheer pleasure of the situation took over. She kissed back, softly nibbling the corners of Lila’s mouth and, then, earlobe as the latter ran her tongue across her neck. The feeling of their swimsuits rubbing, of Caddie’s pantyhose touching Lila’s naked legs, increased their arousal and lust for each other.

Lila’s green swimsuit rubbed against Caddie’s black-and-blue swimsuit in a ball of fetish lust and need.

Caddie was distracted, lost in her own thoughts and the sensations coursing through her body that, although new and magnificent, felt familiar; they felt as if she had already experienced such caresses from a woman. She was so absorbed by the situation that she failed to notice the strange way her hair was acting. It was twisting in wavering patterns as if it were a rattlesnake’s rattle. It hissed once, loudly enough to be heard across the house, and softly enough to be confused as the recital of a love letter.

Lila felt something soft and cold move past her neck and shoulders, down her chest and breasts, and down her sides. She was too preoccupied with the way Caddie licked circles around her nipples to concentrate on the cold, almost spectral sensation that moved down her body in serpentine movements.

The ghost hair, transparent and mystic, slithered down Lila’s green-clad body until they reached her belly. They moved in spirals, one strand of transparent hair parallel to the next, around the girl’s navel before they disappeared into the Lila’s body.

Had she not had her mouth wrapped around Caddie’s covered mound she would’ve screamed in pleasure and pain.