Locked In (Patreon)

He stared into the locker in disbelief, the dawning realisation that his 'disguise' was locked in, locked as HER.

The room was dark and empty, except for him, who had been pulled away into a party, only to just finally manage to get away. His hips swayed wide as he quickly made his way through the room, his bust already freed of their shirt, only restrained by a bra he would need the mirror to remove. A mirror he would find in HIS locker...

Reaching his destination, he set the combination and swung open the locker... and felt his heart sink. It wasn't there... WHY WASN'T IT THERE!?

He stared intently inside the locker and noticed not only was IT not there, but almost all of his things had changed. It wasn't that long since he put on the disguise!? ...right?

His gaze turned toward the mirror and it dawned on him, it had been HOURS. How had he not noticed? He was only going to be here for a few mins, put the disguise on, get what he needed and then take it off and leave with no one the wiser. He knew if he wore it for too long...

He felt his heart race staring at the amazing woman before him. A nerdy but sultry girl, bright eyes shining in the dark. Despite what would be 'expected' from her looks, she was very active, and desired as much love as she could get. Which is why she... no! HE went to the party! He got dragged there by others... dragged... with minimal effort? No... he went willingly?

It was at this moment he realised just how much he had screwed up. He chose this disguise out of lust, the perfect looks, the perfect act, everything. Why didn't it occur to him it could take over if he didn't keep it in check!? Without even realising it, he had spent the entire night at the party 'acting' the part the entire time all while wearing a VERY powerful disguise no one would question. TOO POWERFUL, as he didn't either! He was even warned about it! Alongside what could happen... if... oh...

He sighed, why did he have to pick such an extreme disguise? If he was stuck like this, as such a slutty woman, then...

She stared at her reflection, a growing lust drawing her in more and more. She shook her head and looked down at her belongings. IT WASN'T THERE. Of course it wouldn't be there. It was meant to undo the disguise. But he stayed out too long, indulged in herself too much and the more he forgot and the longer she kept it up, the more other things had changed to match.

Which meant, it wasn't here. Because now, it had technically never been there. This wasn't HIS locker anymore, it was HERS. IT wouldn't be there, because there was no disguise. This was who SHE was now. Which meant that now, she was locked in.

She took a long look down to her bust and felt a heat build up. He tried his best to think things through but finally just gave up, it was too late now, he knew the risks and now he paid for them. She looked back into the mirror, at the perfect woman he had wanted, that she now had... and decided to take her things and head home.

If she was going to be, well HER from now on, the least she could do is give herself a test run. Maybe a few, just to get a feel for it.

A bit of a simple draw, but the story should help it out? :)

Struggled to get the draw done but the story came fairly easily. Fairly, still took a bit to get the right feel I wanted for it. I tried to add it to the image caption style but krita had a fit and crashed, and doing all the fitting is time consuming, so for now it'll just be in the post itself. Still a work night, so time is limited. ^^;

A bit mixed on how the story turned out. Not quite how I wanted it, but good enough. A lot of implication in it, but not many defined answers to the how or why. So very think'y? Luckily the image is a good way to counter thinking. :)

A later revision will likely have color as well as a proper caption version. Draw struggle made of with the time. ^^;

Anywho, enjoy! :)