Emergence
Gemma Barclay worked in an insurance office, but whenever she could, she sent in articles to the town newspaper, and helped out a friend on a local radio station, always dreaming of breaking into television. Then, soon after her twenty-fifth birthday she won the first round of a competition for new talent. She went up to town for interviews and screen tests with the other finalists. Gemma had never expected to get that far, but soon found that her reasonable looks, her tidy appearance, her quick brain and the experience she had, were a winning combination. Barely five months after entering she was announced as one of the four winners who would have regular slots on a range of television programmes. Gemma was told she was going to be on 'Getting Value' a consumer affairs programme with young, dynamic presenters. She felt it was the ideal first rung of her career. It seemed like the break she had dreamt of had finally come.
Dressed in her smartest suit Gemma arrived at the television centre for her first proper day working for the company. She knew that they would not start shooting the programme until the following day. She met with Jo Standish, the producer, and Chris Patterson who oversaw all the consumer type programmes. They briefed her on all the topics her first programme would cover. She met the other two presenters, they seemed more down-to-earth than she had expected and that had relaxed her. With the introductions out of the way, she was sent to wardrobe, hairdressing and make-up. She accepted that these were all part of the business of television and headed off with good grace. Though she liked to make the most of her appearance Gemma was keen to progress in television through her abilities rather than any dolled-up looks. She went first to see what they wanted her to wear.
'Hello!' Gemma called as she walked through the door marked 'Wardrobe'. Inside, the room was packed with rails of clothes, there was the sound and the smell of a steam iron and occasionally the sight of a staff member hurrying back and forth with clothes over their arms. There was every kind of clothing, from medieval robes to the latest fashions, the full range necessary for the company's programmes.
Gemma walked up to the nearest woman. She was about Gemma's height, possibly ten years older. She wore a long loose black silk blouse and dark trousers with a brocade pattern on them. Her hair stretched a way down her back, held from her face by a tortoiseshell clip.
"I'm looking for Anna Booker."
"You've found her." The woman smiled.
"I'm Gemma Barclay."
"The new presenter on 'Getting Value', bang on time." Anna said warmly. "This shouldn't take long. I had all your measurements sent through, so this is just to see what you look like in it. Then you can pop back in tomorrow ahead of the shoot and get all kitted out without delay. Sound alright?"
"Sure." Gemma said, not a little curious about what she was going to be wearing but Anna seemed to know her job.
"I've assembled it all over here." Anna said. Gemma followed her to a corner of the room where only a few items hung on a rail.
Anna reached down a hanger. At first Gemma thought it was just a pair of black denim jeans and jacket, more casual than what she had expected to wear for her first time on television, but she was happy to do what Anna suggested. As Gemma stepped closer she realised that they were not denim at all, but leather. They still had the prominent yellow stitching of jeans but as Anna held them up Gemma could see that they were smooth, perfect black leather.
"I can't wear that." Gemma said, sounding startled.
"Why ever not?" Anna asked incredulously. "They're brand new, they look great. They told me your sizes." She nodded to a pair of matching boots resting on the floor close by.
"Do you think it really suits what I'll be doing? This is a consumer affairs programme."
"Yes." Anna said slowly. "You did notice what Alison Moore wore. You're stepping into her shoes, or should I say boots."
Gemma looked sheepish. She had only seen a few episodes of the programme, it was on Thursday nights when she played squash. Now she thought back she remembered the shiny leather trousers, the maroon leather skirt and knee-length boots, the brown cropped leather jacket, the red biker jacket, that Alison had worn on the odd programmes Gemma had seen. To be truthful, Gemma had never really looked at the fashions, her thoughts had been on the topics being discussed. She glanced up and saw a shot of Alison dressed in a long leather coat and her distinctive matching leather trousers amongst the stills Anna had across her wall.
"I thought that was her own stuff." Gemma replied.
"A lot of it was. Have you got something similar you want to bring in?"
"Erm, no, I thought I'd be wearing something like this." Gemma indicated the grey suit she wore.
Anna shook her head. "Haven't they briefed you on your role at all? Consumer programmes have a tough image these days. You must have seen them chasing down dodgy traders in the street. You need to stand out, look tough, but also stylish and knowledgeable. I thought this outfit would stamp your mark on the programme right from the start."
"Erm, right." Gemma realised there were so many aspects of this job she had not thought through. "I don't think I would feel comfortable dressed from head to foot in leather, it would make me too self-conscious."
"Well, we're at a bit of an impasse then. I know Jo Standish has worked out the look of the show with Chris Patterson. I'm just going along with what they asked for wardrobe. You'll have to talk to them, if you want to change it."
Anna went and hung up the leathers on a rail and tucked the boots beneath them. She looked a bit disappointed. She disappeared behind a hanger. Gemma stood feeling embarrassed, not knowing what to do. She realised that her assumptions about the job had left many areas out, especially about how she was to appear to the public.
"Well, what are you doing standing there? You're supposed to be having your hair done after seeing me."
"Oh right." Gemma replied, but did not move.
"You're having second thoughts aren't you? Maybe you're not cut out for television." Anna said more sympathetically.
"It's just I had an image of how I would come across and it seems that everyone here has other ideas."
Anna laughed. "We all bow down to the demands of the viewer. I think you'd look great in these." She walked back to the leathers. "Otherwise I wouldn't have picked them out for you."
Gemma felt guilty for disappointing Anna.
"The programme's not until tomorrow. If you want time to get accustomed to something that you don't feel is you, I can let you have it all over night. Walk around in them, go out in them, you'll soon feel as if they're just your second skin."
Gemma looked pensive.
"Think about it while you're having your hair done."
"No, it's got to be now or never." Gemma walked briskly to the changing cubicle.
Anna smiled broadly as Gemma quickly stripped off her grey suit and plain blouse. In moments she was in her underwear.
"Well, before I can think about what you're wearing on top, we have to sort out the underwear."
In minutes Gemma's plain white underwear was replaced by items in midnight blue silk. The sensation made her tingle.
"Put this on first."
Anna handed her a soft black short-sleeved top scooped down to the top of her breasts, now lifted by a proper fitting bra. She eased on the top and it clung to her. She felt safe in it as it held her snugly. Her breasts seemed to have grown another cup size, but she had not time to worry about that as Anna was handing her the leather jeans. Gemma hesitated, feeling the smooth soft leather in her hands before she eased one leg then the other into the jeans.
As she would later realise, they were the best quality, the legs cut from single pieces of leather and lined the full length. They slid easily up her legs. She had not worn tight jeans since she was a teenager, but these fitted like a glove. As she buttoned the fly closed the leather was tight across her thighs, coating them with a sheer, almost reflective, coating that she could not stop running her fingers over. There was no hesitation when Anna handed her the short jacket. Gemma eased it on delighting in the rich aroma of the leather and the slight creak as she moved reminding her she was now coated with a second glossy skin.
Gemma slipped on the black short stockings and the leather boots, that seemed now to be one with the trousers.
"Well, look at you." Anna said enthusiastically. She indicated the full length mirror.
Gemma gasped as she looked, startled, aroused as she realised it was herself she was looking at. Her eye ran over the leather from her toes up over her thighs. She turned side on to see how her bum had been transformed in to a leather coated half-globe. The jacket made her arms and back as equally as sensuous and accentuated her rediscovered breasts.
"Right. That's great. I was right, it's perfect. I think I'll have more trouble getting you to take them off than getting you into them. A deal's a deal. You've got them until after filming tomorrow."
Realising she would have to go home like this. Gemma stopped dead.
"No backing out, on either side. These are staying here." Anna said taking away Gemma's gray suit and court shoes. "Off you go, presenter, you've got an appointment."
Gemma walked slowly from wardrobe, conscious of the sound the stack heels of her boots made as she went down the corridor, aware too of the way the leather seemed to move around her, stressing, relaxing in different places as she moved. She looked nervously around, wary that people would see her. She noticed a few interested glances from men, but she looked away, embarrassed, unaware of the lingering gazes her leathered bum received once she had passed.
Gemma stepped into the hairdresser's area. A smallish slim woman was hurrying around. As Gemma entered she stopped. The woman wore low slung jeans and a tight top, a bit like Gemma's, but pale blue. It was her hair, blonde and braided which caught Gemma's attention. It looked exotic and changed the shape of the hairdresser's face. It gave her that toughness that Gemma felt she needed.
"Hi, Gemma, I'm Carol, right, sit down." She swung the chair around to face Gemma. "We'll talk through the options."
Gemma sat down in the chair and let Carol run her fingers through her hair. "You keep this well. It'll be easy to work with. I'm surprised you haven't done something a bit more with it." Gemma looked in the mirror, her hair was fair and hung straight down to her shoulders. She felt it looked professional, but Carol was probably right.
"What have Jennifer and Jo got planned?"
Carol smiled. "Well, there's what Alison had. Shorter than this, cropped tight at the back and spiky on top, with highlights. It's a pretty common design at the moment. What do you think, or do you want something a bit less radical?"
"I really like how you've done yours." Gemma hesitated, trying to envisage how she would look. "Could I have something like that?"
"Most certainly." Carol grinned. "If this is what you're going to be wearing it'll go perfectly. We don't just want a replica of Alison and it fits Jennifer's 'vision' for the programme."
"Great, let's begin." Gemma gave herself over to Carol's skills. She rested her hands on her leather thighs, still amazed that her body could feel like that. She felt a tingle. Everything seemed like a dream and the time needed to transform her hair flew by.
"There you are." Carol stood back and Gemma looked up. For a second she was startled. Putting her hair into braids seemed to change the shape of her head, her whole face. She did not recognise the leather-clad woman looking back at her.
"I am proud of that, it looks great."
"Yes." Gemma said a little hesitantly, but as she stood and saw her full-length reflection she shuddered as she realised that the sexy image was herself. She alternated between feeling nervous and feeling aroused, but she knew she would never be the same again.
"I'll see you tomorrow just before the shoot, time to just check."
"Yes, thanks." Gemma replied, a little in a daze.
Gemma walked more slowly down the corridor, pondering what to do now. She felt really on edge, excited throughout her body, aware of the scent of the leather that wrapped her, of the feel of her braids touching her face.
"Hi."
Suddenly Gemma snapped out of her thoughts. She turned to find a tall man emerging from a producer's office. He wore a long leather jacket and baggy leather trousers. For a moment the fact did not register, then she recognised Steve Peterson, the male equivalent of herself, one of the two men who had won the contest. They had met at the announcement, but from his look he did not recognise her. Gemma smiled to herself.
"Hello." She said warmly.
"I'm Steve, I'm new round here." Gemma's guess had been right. It gave her new courage, to him she could now be anyone, she could continue writing her story afresh.
"I won that competition. You may have seen it."
For a moment Gemma faked a bemused expression. "Oh, yes, that's right, I remember." She was enjoying playing with him, but did not want him to slip off the hook.
"What are you going to be working on?" This was something she did not know.
"'Transformations' the new home conversion show."
"Ah, I see they've kitted you out in the style they have for their home conversion male presenters." She gestured to his leathers, for the first time recognising how well they suited his body.
"No, this is my own stuff. I don't see what get-up they've got me until tomorrow. Though I'm sure they'll want me with longer hair."
"I'm in tomorrow too, for the first shoot."
"What are you on?"
"'Getting Value', I'm their new presenter."
"Oh, I thought that was going to Gemma Barclay."
Gemma laughed. "No, apparently she had second thoughts, couldn't hack it."
"Well, you look more the part."
"Thanks." Gemma replied, truly pleased.
"Can I buy you a coffee?"
"Sure." Gemma said delighting in the interest Steve was showing, he had ignored her at the announcement.
They walked to the lift, Gemma's boot heels clicking on the floor as she strode, Steve's soft leather boots much quieter.
Steve stood against the mirror at the back of the lift, Gemma lent forward to press the button. As she did she felt Steve's soft touch run up the smooth leather of her thigh. Her skin tingled. Slowly she stepped back forcing her leathered bum against his crotch. She wiggled her tightly held bum and felt Steve's cock respond. She giggled with a wicked thrill, she had never done anything like this before, but then she had never looked like this before.
Then she felt Steve's arms pressed around her, his leather slowly moving across hers. She closed her eyes and drank in the smell, the gentle sound of their second skins in contact. Gemma turned to face Steve and impulsively pressed her lips against his. In moments their tongues were mingling.
"Shall we skip coffee?" Steve whispered into Gemma's ear. "My flat's ten minutes from here."
Gemma pulled back from him and smiled her answer. A shiver of excitement ran through her. Part of her could not believe what she was doing, but the larger part was thrilled by it. As the lift stopped at the ground floor, she stopped for a moment to view the leather-clad sex kitten about to step out. That was not the Gemma Barclay she knew, but whoever it was, Gemma was enjoying being her.
Steve's hand reached for her and she took it, letting him lead her to the low sports car. She slid across the leather-covered passenger seat and pulled the seatbelt snug against herself. Gemma liked the way it pressed her jacket and top close against her. In the low seat Gemma delighted seeing her smooth leather coated thighs before her and ran her hands over their slippery surface. Then one of Steve's joined them, stroking closer and closer to her hips and then her inner thighs. Gemma's breaths came as pants as her arousal increased.
"What's your name?" Steve asked as the car pulled away.
"Karin, Karin Jensen." Gemma said confidently. She had often thought what stage name she would take, she liked the Scandinavian feel of Karin Jensen and now it seemed to fit the woman she was becoming. Gemma Barclay would be sitting in the canteen in her grey suit, whilst Karin Jensen was heading to her new lover's flat dressed in sexy leathers.
They reached the flat in under ten minutes. Steve jumped from the car but Gemma eased out of it, enjoying the pleasure of sliding her leathered legs out first then moving her slinky body like some shiny feline. She smoothed the leather on her thighs and strutted behind Steve up to the front door to his flat. In moments they were through the door, their leathered bodies immediately pressed together as their tongues probed each other's. Steve seemed eager to screw Gemma where she stood, but she slowed things, stepping back from him. She felt confident, she was the one in control now, and she was going to play things her way.
"Go, into the bedroom." She said firmly. Steve began to move, she grasped his arm and held it until he looked back at her. She forced his fingers to run across the leather at her waist. "When I get in there, I just want you in leathers. Just that jacket, those trousers and boots, nothing else. Understand?"
Steve was almost gagging on his tongue and just nodded agreement.
Gemma turned and headed to the bathroom, she had her own preparations to make. She closed the door and in moments she was shedding her boots and leathers. For a few instants she stood just in her new underwear, but then she realised they were not what she wanted. She pulled off the bra and panties and tossed them aside. She returned to the tight leather jeans and slid them back on quickly, panting as she did. The sensation of the leather brushing her aroused sex was delicious. She bent over to ease her boots back on, looking in the mirror at how her backside became that perfect shiny black hemisphere. She was still naked from the waist up, but her nipples were hard, eager for their own touch of the leather. She gasped as she slipped the jacket back on and pulled it tight. Her mind ran through all the sorts of leather clothes she had seen, but had never had the courage to try. She knew now that her body would not forgive her unless her breasts was squeezed tightly into a leather bustiere. For the moment she did up the jacket tight against her flesh.
Gemma stepped from the bathroom aware of the caress of the leather across much of her body. She drank in the quiet sound of it as she moved, the scent that was engrained in her now, and the feeling as it rippled on naked flesh as she moved.
Steve was knelt on the bed dressed as she had ordered, his bare chest visible between the jacket, his cock threatening to explode from the taut leather of his trousers. Gemma walked slowly towards him, provocatively swaying her hips as she stepped. She stroked her hands over her leather-coated breasts as her tongue circled her lips. She was just an arm's reach away from him as she unbuttoned first her jacket, just leaving it loosely open, and then turned to the jeans. Steve could not look away as the bright metal buttons were undone, one-by-one. Gemma lent forward quickly and flapping his own hands back released his cock from its leather container, he was ready at her command, dressed in the way she wanted. Then she lunged forward and they were lost in the flurry of leathered limbs and bodies, colliding, seeking out each other. Sweat poured beneath and over the leather, until, breathless Gemma, sat astride him, his cock touching the lips of her sex, their leathered thighs pressed together. Then she rode him, thrusting on his hard tool into herself, stroking her clitoris as she did, knowing next time she did it, her hands would wear soft leather gloves.
Gemma came first, feeling detached from the real world, distant from the sights, sounds, aroma, sensations around her. She could only emit little grunts, almost like a purr as she shuddered and was filled throughout with the pleasure. As she settled back down, still astride him, she watched her own juice and his, trickling across her leather covered crotch. She wiped it clean, smearing it across his sweaty chest. These were good leathers, she wanted to keep them looking like it. She had emerged from the chrysalis and loved the shiny black butterfly she had become.
Anna looked up as she heard the sound of high-heels coming into her room. Gemma walked in and it took a moment for Anna to recognise the nervous woman she had seen the day before. Anna had guessed Gemma might have changed out of the leathers that she had been given and had already began wondering what else she could get Gemma to wear instead. She saw the bulging bag that must hold the leather jeans, jacket and boots. However, her attention was snatched away when she saw what Gemma now wore. As she moved, a long leather coat, stretching almost to her heel, swished behind her. Beneath it she wore a black leather bustiere with lines stitched into it to sculpt her body and show off her breasts. Beneath it was a skirt stopping inches above her knee. It was a single sheer piece of black leather, pulled taut, perfectly smooth, across her thighs. She stood in gleaming black leather boots which just crested her knee, their sharp heels raising her from the floor, giving her a confident, almost arrogant, air.
"Erm," Anna hesitated, "right. Are you ready to get changed?"
Karin smiled brightly, "I already have."
THE END