Claudia’s Transformation

Written by Shmabahamoha © 2020

It was meant to be the proudest day of her life so far – and Claudia was proud. After many years of hard study of thousands of words of research written into her widely-praised seminal thesis, she was finally graduating with a doctorate. Yet, when she was handed the certificate that represented her degree and all the work that she had put into it, she knew that something was missing. It wasn’t that this wasn’t enough, it was that this wasn’t what she truly needed for personal fulfilment. As the graduation ceremony’s speakers droned on, her mind drifted to what her partner Aaron had promised awaited her when she got home.

After the seemingly never-ending ceremony had eventually drawn to a close and Claudia had escaped from the innumerable congratulations and the obligatory thank-yous, it was a substantial relief for her to at long last make it home. She removed the gown and cap that signified her newly conferred degree and stripped out of the elegant dress she had worn for the ceremony. This was followed by a shower until she was thoroughly cleaned from head to toe. She was now ready.

The preparations for this moment had been in train for many months as it had become clear that this is what Claudia both wanted and needed. The most visible of these was the results of the multi-stage process to eliminate and exterminate every last hair from her body, whether they were the leg hairs she had never liked, the hairs on the top of her head she had replaced with a wig, or even her eyebrows, whose absence had been hidden with a fake pair. Now the wig and fake eyebrows had been removed, her absolute hairlessness lay exposed.

When Claudia confirmed that she still wanted, with complete certainty, to go through with this, Aaron readied the first stage. Aaron had been a more supportive partner than Claudia could ever have wished for, understanding what she needed and not baulking at the radical actions required it. Right now, his support was in action as he fed a catheter tube up her urethra to take care of her urine and pumped up it resin that when hardened would hold the catheter permanently in place. A similar tube was fed into her anus to be used for enemas and resin was again used to hold it in place. Claudia knew there was no turning back now but she was confident that this would give her the peace she so desired.

A comparable process followed with Claudia’s nose as Aaron fed a breathing tube down each of her nostrils before fixing them in place with resin. He then fed another tube down her throat into her stomach but this tube had a notably large bag near one end that rested in Claudia’s mouth. As this bag was filled with resin, it provided an effective gag to prevent her from speaking. Into her ears, Aaron sealed a pair of electronic earplugs through which he could determine what Claudia was and wasn’t permitted to hear.

They had crossed the Rubicon. Even if Claudia had wanted to change her mind, removing the tubes that had been inserted into her would have been no easy task. Instead, she would now have to acclimatise to a life without the ability to talk, eat solid food or even excrete naturally while her hearing could be removed at the push of a button. Where others would find this nightmarishly intimidating, Claudia saw the beginnings of her release from the trials of daily life through the simplification of her existence.

Claudia eagerly accepted the black latex hood that Aaron pulled over her head. Tight-fitting, it exerted a friendly pressure from the crown of her head, down over her face and neck, until it splayed into a wide yoke that covered her shoulders. Aaron lined up the nose and mouth holes, the only holes in the hood, with the tubes already affixed within Claudia and ensured that the tinted lenses lay over her eyes. Correct placement of the hood was essential as the adhesive lining the inside of it began to set, securing the hood in place and sealing Claudia’s faceless anonymisation under the featureless black latex.

Claudia’s legs received a similar fate as Aaron helped her to feed her legs into those of the neck-entry catsuit. Soon her legs were encased in black latex from her feet in the attached socks up to her crotch where Aaron matched the catheter and enema tubes with the appropriate holes in the catsuit. Additionally, he fed a short, open sheath into her vagina that would leave her vagina available for Aaron even once the adhesive lining the catsuit had set.

Aaron continued to help Claudia into the catsuit as they moved onto her upper body. They fed her arms into sleeves that ended in gloves. These gloves were notable for having the fingers attached together, meaning that Claudia would no longer be able to spread her fingers, with the only movement of her hands left being clenching them into fist and unclenching them. In short, her manual dexterity was now negligible and she would be forced to rely upon Aaron to help her for all but the most basic of tasks. Furthermore, with the loss of her voice afore and now the loss to writing of her hands, she was reduced to only the most basic means of communication. Claudia did not, however, view these as any sort of debilitating encumbrance but instead as an opportunity to further release herself from the mundanities of life.

With her arms in the sleeves, the remainder of the catsuit seated itself closely around her torso and neck. The glossy black latex was only interrupted by the two small holes through which her nipples protruded so that she would still be able to breastfeed. At her neck, the collar of the catsuit hid the yoke of her hood and stopped just below her chin. In addition to the adhesive lining the rest of catsuit, Aaron used rubber cement to glue the collar of the catsuit to and over that of the hood, sealing Claudia within.

Claudia was now enclosed head-to-toe in glossy black latex, completing the permanent portion of her transformation. Encased in her shell, she was now sealed away from the hardships of the world, granting her peace in return. Both Claudia and Aaron knew that she would be dependent on him for many things but that was one with her attaining the distance from the world that she craved and required. She would find freedom in her dependence and she embraced him in celebration of having attained this first step.

The catsuit and the hood were Claudia’s new skin and it was only appropriate that she would wear her everyday attire on top of them. Before Aaron started this attire, he attached a bag to her catheter to collect her urine during the day. He followed this with the first of the attire itself in the form a pair of panties and a bra, both in black latex, covering the last exposed portions of her skin and completing her shiny black covering.

After the latex underwear, Claudia’s attire switched to more traditional wool but the colour black remained, allowing Claudia to better anonymise herself and free herself from sartorial expectations. These wool garments started with a pair of knee-length socks and a matching pair of elbow-length mittens. The tops of these were covered by a long-sleeved, calf-length dress that fastened up the back with buttons too fiddly for Claudia’s encumbered hands, meaning Aaron determined when Claudia got to put on or take off her dress and she was freed from another set of decisions.

Claudia next received a pair of soft-soled shoes that would allow her to move silently and not disturb her own peace. These were accompanied by a pair of padded ankle cuffs that were connected together by a short cord, limiting Claudia to short steps at a leisurely pace and preventing her from getting over-excited with her movements. On her hands, Aaron placed a pair of ball gloves that forced her hands into fists and rendered them even more useless than before. With the addition of the belt around her waist and the wrist buffs attached to it by short cords, Claudia’s hands became completely useless and her dependence on Aaron was now nearly absolute. The ball gloves and cuffs would only be removed for special occasions when Aaron deems that they warrant allowing her the (partial) use of her hands.

What Claudia wore so far made up the foundation of her attire and she would rarely be without it. Her more complete attire supplemented this with a blindfold that removed her sight and required her to either be guided by Aaron or be extremely careful with her movements. The blindfold was held in place by the short, fitted, khimar-like headscarf which framed her face and covered the rest of her head. Her face, or more accurately her faceless catsuit, was covered by a niqab with an eyeveil that gave no hint to others of the blindfold and her blindness beneath.

Claudia’s attire was completed by a long, flowing, abaya-like gown. Without sleeves, the gown hid the bound state of Claudia’s arms beneath. Instead, it finished her transformation into an anonymous black mound, utterly dependent on Aaron and having given up any voice – literally – on how her life would play out. She no longer had a say on how much she ate, what she saw, or even when she went toilet, let alone how many children she had. With minimal control over her own life, she was now in the ideal state that allowed her to remove herself from the pressures of the world and reclaim her mental equanimity.