Somewhere in Mime (Com)

A commission for CrazedGammaMan1721

After several years of saving up, Deon was finally able to afford the trip to France he had always wanted. The first two days were amazing, Deon took in the sights and enjoyed the atmosphere and culture of France.

It was so different than back home in the United States. Deon was spending the day walking around the city of Paris looking for fun stuff to do, and that’s when he came across a female mime performing for a crowd.

She was a bit different than most mimes. She had mime makeup, and the black and white strips like you normally see, but what was different about her was that everything she was wearing was made of latex.

From her beret to her suspenders, her top which from seeing her jump around was some sort of leotard, which Deon thought was smart, she couldn't accidentally reveal herself while wearing it, and then finally her skirt was also one hundred percent latex.

Deon had no idea why she was wearing only latex, or how she was moving around in it like she was and not having it make a ton of noise, it really was impressive. Deon watched for a few minutes but then decided to walk on by.

He walked behind her so as not to block her audience, but that turned out to be the worst possible time to do so, as the female mime was performing her finale. She took a few steps back and bumped into Deon, causing her to trip over onto the ground.

Her ankle twisted as she fell and a loud audible crack could be heard from it. It was clear she had broken her ankle in the fall. Deon helps her up and brings her to a chair. Deon feels terrible and asks her if there is anything he can do to help her.

Whether that was bringing her to a hospital, calling someone, or what, he felt bad and wanted to make it up to her. The mime for some reason still wasn’t speaking, but made some hand motions that suggested she was thinking.

She then motions to Deon to come closer to her. Deon thought she was going to whisper in his ear and tell him what she needed, but instead, she grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips. She then held on for an entire minute.

Once she lets go, Deon notices her glossy black lipstick has come off on his lips. Deon took a step back and asked her why she did that. The mime just smiled at him and pointed at his hands. Deon lifted his hands to look at them.

He was already a pale white man, but before his very eyes, he watched his skin turn pure white, almost a chalky white. The mime then pulled out a pocket mirror and handed it to Deon, who used it to look at his face.

His face was already white all over, and the lipstick the mime got on his lips looked at those he put it on himself, and not that she smudged it on. Deon also had some black markings under her eyes. It was clear it was all mime makeup, but he had no idea how it was getting on him.

Then it got even stranger, his entire body started to feel like it was moving, like his skin was crawling around and moving. Before Deon knew it, he went from an average-looking man to a female with a body good enough for modeling.

Deon gained a pair of D-cup breasts, a perfect hourglass figure going from her waist down her hips and to her thighs. Her hair had also gotten longer, with it covering her eye on one side. Then finally she lost her manhood when it sucked inside her body and began to reform, making her a woman.

Before Deon had the chance to freak out about all that or ask the female mime what he was doing to her, more changes started coming, this time with her outfit. Everything she was wearing turned into a thick liquid.

The liquid turned black and white then spreading around her body. The part that had once been Deon’s shirt had turned into a long-sleeved leotard. It ran from her neck all the way down her torso and over her womanhood, tightly seeling behind the latex.

Deon’s jacket had been reformed into both a tight black skirt that ran down from her waist to her lower thighs, and a pair of suspenders that clipped onto the front and back of the skirt. Her boxers became a pair of garter belts that hooked onto her leotard and were waiting for something else.

What it was waiting for was her pants, which had melted and fused with her socks, becoming thigh-high black and white socks. Then to finish it off, her sneakers had transformed into a pair of latex six-inch heels.

The former man turned sexy mime sat there in utter disbelief. It happened to her and she still didn’t believe it was real. Once she snapped back to reality she looked at the woman and attempted to yell at her, but Deon was no longer able to make a sound never mind utter a word.

Which she tried several times, but got the same result each time. Deon looks at the woman hoping for an answer and finally notices that she’s no longer dressed like a mime, and is wearing normal clothes. Strangely though she was holding her latex beret.

The woman stands up, limping a bit, and gets close to Deon. She then places the beret on Deon’s head. She then starts explaining what is going on to Deon. She tells Deon that to help her out, she is going to have to do her job for a while.

That meant not speaking, or making a noise. She tells Deon to go perform in the street and when she earns enough money, once she does she’ll come and collect what Deon owes. The woman then starts to walk away. Deon still confused tries to chase after her.

Before Deon could grab the woman, it felt as though she ran into a wall, causing her to fall over onto her butt. Deon looked up, there was nothing there. She stood up and put her hand out, and sure enough there was an invisible wall, but only for her, others had no problem getting past it.

Deon used her hands and followed the wall hoping to find a way past it, but eventually, she got to a corner, then another corner, and another until she ended up back where she started. Reality hit Deon, she was trapped in a box and couldn't leave.

Upon inspection, she was stuck in the small area where the previous female mime had been performing. Deon was freaking out and began to try her best to break the wall in the direction the woman had left.

The problem was, that the wall wasn't something physical she could break, and all her effort did was gain the attention of those around her. She had a crowd of people looking at her all seemingly enjoying watching her try to break out of what they think is an imaginary box.

She attempted to talk the the crowd, trying her best to mouth the words for help, and even benign on the wall, but again the crowd thought it was a show and started laughing. Then some of them started handing her money.

It was a total of eleven dollars and sixty-three cents, all in various amounts of small bills and coins. Deon didn’t know what to do with them, so she just tucked them into the hem of her skirt. Which strangely felt like it disappeared.

She didn’t really think about it though, as there was still a large crowd around her waiting for her to do her next trick. It was clear to her that she had to earn enough money to buy her freedom back. She just wasn't sure how much she now owed, or how long it was going to take to earn.

She also worried about what would happen if she didn’t earn enough money, especially if she didn’t do it by the end of the week when she was supposed to go back home to the United States. Well, all she could do was start performing and see what happen, hopefully, it'll all work out for her.