Hisss (Medusa 1)

Amy examined the mask. Sharply angled cheeks, perfectly formed chin, aquiline nose. Two mesmerising emerald eyes, curtained by thick black eyelashes. If it weren’t for the snakes that melded straight into the head at the hairline and behind the ears or the distinctive horizontal slits for pupils, it would have been the face of a model.

She was sure the original Medusa was supposed to be ugly. Wasn’t that the reason why she could petrify people in the first place?

Amy brushed the cheek of the mask with her fingertips. Whatever the material was- silicone, latex, some new composite of rubber and nanotechnology unknown to the rest of the world- it felt real. Too real. Unnervingly so. It gave at just the right pressure, felt just as smooth- Amy could even swear it was warm to the touch.

Her hand traced its way to the black-painted lips, parting them to reveal a set of gleaming teeth- once again, perfectly proportioned, with the exception of two snake-like fangs. There was a tongue in that false mouth as well, black like the lips. The entirety of the insides of the mouth was dry. Amy knew that would change- there were micro-perforations in the material after all, ones that would allow her to salivate. With that mouth. The one she was staring at.

Amy shivered and retracted her hand away. Her mouth. That would be her mouth. Those would be her teeth, her fangs, her tongue, her lips… Gagging her, leaving her helpless to speak except through an advanced voice modulator...

And that nose. Amy gently prodded it, then pulled back a nostril gingerly to reveal a realistic inner nasal channel. Two nasal tubes. It would be her nose, both outside and in.

The eyes. Amy pulled back the eyelid and probed with a slight touch. Moist. Just like the real deal. Those eyes would be blinking and looking around just like her own, thanks to a set of synchronized dome contacts that would interface with them. She would see well enough through the miniature cameras set in the pupils of the mask’s eyes.

The team putting the mask on her head would even braid her hair and place each strand within an individual snake in the mask. The snakes could move on their own- again, Amy didn’t know how or what marvel of technology made it possible- but feeling her own hair slithering around her head would add to the immersion. So they told her. If everything else wasn’t enough already. If they were telling the truth, she’d even be wearing molded earbuds to hear through the mics in the medusa’s ears, which would fit snugly over hers.

It was an impressive amount of detail, but it didn’t end at the mask.

Amy grimaced and stepped back from the mannequin head, moving on to the separately displayed bodysuit. The design team had almost agreed on a tail that would replace her legs, but thankfully it had been too much of a logistical nightmare to plan and construct. That being said, the bodysuit represented what already amounted to hundreds, maybe even thousands of hours of construction. It was made out of the same realistic material as the mask, and would totally encompass her entire body.

Curvy. Sinuous. Amy walked around the displayed suit that would have to become her own body. It contrasted almost laughably with her skinny frame, which had about as much curve to it as a flagpole. Padding would solve that, although the material built into the suit to enhance Amy’s figure was a far sight more advanced than cotton balls or even silicone. Some kind of durable gelatin composite was used, which wiggled and jiggled like natural fat and flesh. Those curves would become her own.

The feet and hands were tipped with black nails. The fingernails especially resembled sharp talons, given their length and trim. Amy had no idea why they were there- snakes didn’t have claws, after all- but was wholeheartedly glad that they were retractable. Normally, talons of that length wouldn’t be able to go anywhere unless clipped, but these were made of some kind of advanced molecular substance that resembled keratin in hardness and texture until neurally deactivated, when they would simply appear to retract but actually dissolve into a formless- and flexible- layer inside the false skin. At least, that was as much as Amy understood from when the team had described the suit. There was a good chance she had gotten something wrong somewhere, as science was never one of her strong suits.

And speaking of suits…

Amy bent forward and forced herself to look down at the bodysuit’s crotch. The scales melted off to form a realistic human vagina, complete with labia and a clit. Amy reached out, hesitated, then pushed her finger in and forced herself to feel the pre-lubricated inside. She hadn’t believed them, but… it was a full sheath. Molded, even, from what Amy felt. She sighed and pulled her hand out of the bodysuit’s pussy, moving back to the rear. The anus was much the same, probably. A plug with a molded opening…

The suit was meant for long term wear. Amy had come to terms with that. Literally- she had needed to sign off on a couple of waivers and contracts that detailed just how invasive the next three weeks of her life would be. There was no taking the suit off during the program, which basically amounted to televised hyper-realistic cosplay. That rule even applied for basic bodily processes. The team hadn’t gone much into detail on this one, only vaguely mentioning that her bodily waste would be “absorbed” by the biological components of her suit. Amy didn’t understand, nor did she want to. It was horrifying enough- especially considering that they would need to, in essence, invade and hijack the first part of her digestive tract. Some kind of apparatus would be inserted down her throat to unfold into her stomach, where it would accept all the food she ate during the program and deal with it… somehow.

Too much information. Amy was legally required to know, but…

She heaved another long sigh. So. Mask. Contacts. Earbuds. Bodysuit. Stomach apparatus. And everything from molded gag, nasal channels, urethral tube, anal and vaginal molds- all of her body would be hidden from view under the medusa costume. Even her orifices wouldn’t be her own. Instead, her face would be covered by that of a sensual supermodel monster, and her body would become utterly alien to her.

Then three weeks would start.

The door behind Amy opened. The team rushed in- as customary, in their clean white scrubs and hazmat-hoods with the reflective visors. Amy didn’t know any of their names or even which of them were male or female. They seemed friendly enough, however- at least from what she could tell from their encryptor-garbled voices. The team’s privacy apparently was of utmost importance.

“Hello, Amy,” a team member said. Amy recognized him/her by the faint silver “1” printed on the front of his/her scrubs.

“Hey, One.”

Another person dressed in scrubs- labelled 4- walked over to the mannequins to help tug the mask off its perch. “How are you feeling, Amy?”

“Anxious.” Amy gave a hesitant smile. “A little scared.”

“Don’t be,” One said. “This procedure is pretty much painless. Once you’re suited up and ready to go you’ll have a blast.”

Amy shrugged as politely as possible. “Just in it for the cash.”

“Take a seat,” Three said to her brusquely from the side. She complied, gingerly settling into an ominously comfortable chair bolted away from the displays.

One mimicked her shrug. “Then might as well enjoy the ride.”

Amy looked over. Four and Seven were now carting in a… something, slimy and red, suspended in a glass tank. It looked like a long tube.

“Enjoy the ride,” Amy repeated with some trepidation. “Right.”

“You’re going to gag on this,” One said in a matter-of-fact tone that Amy didn’t like. “As it is, the cleanse has eliminated everything that could possibly be… forcibly expulsed. You’ll probably retch, but there won’t be any mess.”

“Thanks for comforting me,” Amy said in a wry tone, partially to hide her quickly building panic. “I feel better already.”

They ignored that. Four and Seven had lifted the slimy red thing out from its tank and were slowly bringing it to her. “Secure her,” One said.

“Is that necessary?” Amy asked, and the nervousness leaked into her voice.

“It’ll make things go a lot smoother,” One replied.

They pulled a band around her midriff, wrists, and ankles, pulling them tightly to the chair until Amy could hardly move at all. Then one of the members of the team reached out from the side, gently pressing on her forehead, and tilted her head back. “Open wide,” Three said gruffly, and pushed a hard plastic mouthpiece in to hold her jaws apart. “Don’t breathe.”

It was cold and wet. Amy felt them push it in, and resigned herself to the worst. She was still taken by surprise when it suddenly spasmed in her mouth, before writhing its way down her esophagus. A choking feeling assaulted her throat and Amy gurgled and clenched her fists tightly. It dove in. Dove in. No-

And it was over. True to One’s words, she retched, dry heaving. Thankfully nothing surfaced, and Amy relaxed back into her chair, shaking.

One bent down and his shiny visor gleamed in her face. “Are you okay, Amy?”

Amy only nodded. She could feel the apparatus inside her, but it was lighter and less obtruding than she had feared. Her stomach felt… less empty than before, but whatever had gone down her throat wasn’t wriggling anymore, so it felt more like Amy had eaten a light meal instead of swallowing a disgusting alien tube thing.

“It-” she began.

“Yes,” One said. “Sorry about that. The apparatus is composite biologically engineered mass and programmable nanos. We needed it to self-propulse into place. Uncomfortable, but we did our best to minimize the amount of time the procedure would take. We wouldn’t do this at all but surgically implanting the tube would be even more work. This way, easy in, easy out.”

Amy tentatively touched at her throat. Nothing felt wrong. Only a slight pressure, like she had recently swallowed a bite of food. “Could have told me.”

“You signed an entire waiver specifically for that procedure,” Three said.

“Oh.”

One clapped softly. “Well, in any case, Amy, congratulations. Now you can process food with minimal waste for the next three weeks. The apparatus will now directly deliver glucose and related nutrients into your system, and the leftover waste will break down and be used by the suit for self-upkeep. A revolutionary technology that the military turned down,” he/she said with a note of annoyance, “In favor of bigger missiles and guns.”

“You were a military researcher?” Amy asked.

“Technically, I can’t tell you that.” One shrugged. “I’ll just say that Morphex Teleworks pays me twice as much as I was before this job.” A gloved finger pointed to the mannequin displays. “The worst part is over, Amy. From here on it only gets better.”

“If you say so,” Amy said out loud, although inside she privately agreed. Nothing could be worse than that bloated, gagging feeling she felt during the first procedure.

They brought the suit, mask, and assorted accessories over. Amy looked over, already forgetting the apparatus in her throat and stomach. There was the hypnotizingly beautiful face again. Medusa’s face.

“First the suit. Faster to deploy and it’ll give you time to get used to it when we put the mask on. You can get up now.”

Amy realized that the bands strapping her to the chair were now gone, and she got up slowly. All around her, the team was pacing and arranging everything she would neatly on the clean ground. “Strip,” Three ordered gruffly, and Amy complied. She knew that clothes would only get in the way of the suit.

They pulled it open at her feet. The scaly and fleshy mass looked limp and unimposing on the floor, nothing like a sexy medusa or a mythical monster or anything of the sort. Amy imagined what it had looked like on the mannequin stand. It was hard to believe that the curvy body she had seen would belong to her for the next three weeks.

She slipped her bare legs in, one foot at a time. Toes slipped in through the smooth, rubber-like insides of the costume, filling each cavity in the false foot. Amy wriggled her toes, and although the mass hid her new feet from her, she felt the strange material tighten around her like an extremely form-fitting sock.

Amy sensed the team stepping back, watching silently as she proceeded. She pulled the suit’s calves over her own, then up to her thighs, watching the green scales glimmer as they unrolled over her pale skin. The bodysuit had now met her crotch, and Amy felt in for the two sheathes. She opted to go first with the semi-stiff lubricated anal plug, which she gingerly pushed in. The pressure was slightly more than uncomfortable at first, but Amy wriggled a little and the plug seemed to settle in. Partially to check (and partially out of obscene curiosity) Amy squeezed her buttocks together, hearing the sound of her hollow internal sheath stick slightly to itself. Satisfied, she then felt in for the vaginal sheath- but no. Urethral tube. That probably had to go first. She pulled the slimy thing in, wincing a little as it stung. Then, when she was halfway through, she switched to the vaginal insert, pulling the whole of the molded pussy- with the rest of the length of the urethral tube- into her. The sheath itself felt large, possibly textured, and when it slipped in Amy couldn’t tell if it was because the insert was pre-lubricated, or if she was aroused. Amy checked to see if her lips and clit lined up with that of the medusa bodysuit’s, then continued rolling the tight material up until she stopped right under her breasts. She took a breath and felt a blush at her cheeks.

As Amy surveyed her progress so far, she definitely noticed the new curves lining the medusa’s- no, her- body. Her thighs and waist especially had been shaped up, and as she felt at her rear, she discovered that the same was true of her butt. Everything was proportioned just right- nothing looked bumpy or out of place. It was like looking down at someone else’s lower body- Amy disassociated herself from the pressure at her crotch and skin for a moment, trying to imagine that she was staring at another woman from the waist down. It wasn’t hard to fool herself in this way at all, even with the green-beige pattern of a snake. It was only when she wriggled her toes that Amy remembered it was actually her- her! Scrawny Amy!- in there, under those curves.

Back to it. Now that Amy was fully in action, she felt a sense of anticipation sneaking in. The legs were enough to convince her that her upcoming transformation would be radical and… interesting. Amy first dealt with one arm. They had thankfully retracted the claws on the medusa, so when she pushed herself through the compressed channel and filled out the false fingers with her right hand, there were no clumsy sharp nails at her fingertips to impede her progress. Now she pulled the breast forms up and out, which dangled in her hands like an obscene form-fitting bra. The medusa’s orbs were several sizes bigger than her breasts, so Amy inevitably felt the weight of the fleshy padding at her chest. Her nipples went into little indents in the otherwise smooth inverted bowls. Now that her breasts were covered, Amy pulled on the other arm, then held both of her hands out to signal that she was done. Wordlessly, two of the team members- Amy couldn’t see their numbers- pulled the flaps of her suit over her shoulders and neck and smoothed them out at her back. There was a snap-hiss, and a loud buzzing sound- accompanied by a vibrating heat at her back- proceeded. The flaps didn’t fall loose once they stepped back- somehow, the suit had been sealed over her body.

When the buzzing sound stopped, the resulting quiet lent a sense of finality to the situation. Amy flexed and loosened her shoulders up, before experimentally moving her limbs. The snake skin stuck to her own, rippling, seamless. It somehow adhered to her closely- despite how smooth and lubricated it had been on the inside- and the costume failed to rumple up. From her perspective, Amy’s head was now perched upon the gorgeous and well-proportioned body of a temptress medusa. She could still feel the material upon her skin, as well as the inserts that moved inside of her every time she shifted her weight from foot to foot- but for all intents and purposes, she visually was a different creature from the neck down.

Neck down, of course, but not neck up. Amy looked up to see that Four and Seven were bringing the mask to her now. The snake-hair half had somehow been separated from the face- which made sense, Amy realized, as they would need to attach the hair by each individual braid and that would take awhile, but oddly she hadn’t seen a single seam anywhere.

Freed of its supporting mannequin head, the medusa’s face almost looked forlorn as it drooped, bowing to the command of gravity. When they placed it in her hands, however, Amy gently put a hand on the inside of the mask as it faced up at her, giving the medusa’s features some shape again. Flashing snake’s eyes. Black lips. Defined cheekbones and nose. Amy surveyed the face of a gorgon- or perhaps even the Medusa herself- and was suddenly struck by how at once beautiful and predatory it looked. Danger, it spoke. Hunger. Eyes like daggers, capable of petrifying with a glance… Amy couldn’t believe that the face would belong to her. The common description applied to her was “mousy” and “cute”. Neither of those expressions even remotely fitted the face in her hands, the one that her own head would fill. She would laugh and snarl, smile and glare, eat and drink with those features upon hers.

It didn’t make sense. Amy couldn’t imagine anyone or anything with that sort of face doing Amy-esque things, like tripping on a perfectly flat stretch of floor, listening to 70’s hits while lying in bed, or watching the Avengers while curled up in a corner of the sofa.

It didn’t make sense. At all.

“Contacts,” Three said, and Amy almost jumped in surprise. “Sit.”

Amy backed into the chair and sat. She at once immediately regretted it and savored it, for the inserts were rubbing up in all sorts of new places at her motion. Amy let out an embarrassed puff of air and wriggled in a half-hearted attempt to dispel the pressures at her crotch and rear, before remembering that she was sealed away and that the inserts weren’t going anywhere soon.

The contacts were clear. They only fuzzed Amy’s vision a little. On the other hand, the feeling that her eyes were coated in an extensive wet film didn’t go away. The dome contacts thankfully didn’t itch, but- like the sheathes- Amy noticed them.

Then the earbuds. As they were pushed into her ears and secured, someone else had taken her gorgon mask and was now painstakingly inserting each braid of her hair into a snake. Amy couldn’t see how they were doing it, but it was plain that they weren’t simply trying to stuff her hair in haphazardly. Even through the earplugs, Amy could hear a soft squelch and a gentle tugging at each of her braids. They started from the base of her skull and went up until they were at her hairline. Amy’s head was now noticeably heavier.

It took a while and Amy was left uncomfortable shifting around in the chair for some time. Finally, however, it was done. They sealed the scalp to the back of her neck, where the bodysuit ended, but left most of the flaps near her hairline and behind her ears unsealed so that it would combine once again with the front part of the mask- the gorgon’s face itself. The half of the mask that they had put on her also covered her ears, so two oddly delicate ears went over her own. They submerged her with silence, as the canals were shallow and didn’t actually allow her to hear anything. Once the ears were fitted, the earbuds buzzed with static before reintroducing Amy to the sounds of footsteps and rustling smocks.

“Can you hear me?”

Amy nodded.

A snap near her right ear. “Which side?” Amy raised her scaly right hand. Another snap, near her left. Amy complied.

“Everything seems good. We’re all set.”

“Okay, Amy,” One said, “The final touch. Are you ready?”

Amy’s guts twisted. In her mind, a mental image of herself, plain old Amy in the mirror, came up. She couldn’t reconcile it with the curvy medusa, even as she saw her own new body move at her command. No. She needed evidence. Proof.

“I’m…” Amy’s voice was small. Then she gathered some resolve and hardened her voice with iron. “I’m ready.”

“Excellent.” One held up the mask, with the inside facing her. Deep indents in the otherwise unbroken and smooth latex-like material indicated where her face, her mouth, her eyes would go. Twin nostril tubes- that gag was almost shapeless, different from anything else she had ever seen, with molds for her teeth and even a gaping hole where she would need to put her tongue… and rising even past that, a thin tendril that she would need to swallow completely…

One must have noticed her gaze. “To connect with the apparatus,” he/she explained. “So any excess nutrients can help keep the bodysuit and mask stable.” Gloved fingers held up the tendril to her lips.

Amy grimaced, then accepted the tendril. It was almost like a cold noodle, and Amy had to resist the urge to chew on it. Instead, she forced herself to swallow it, trying not to gag. One helped feed it in further until her closed lips met the gag. Amy didn’t need to be told to open wide. She brought her hands to the medusa’s mouth and helped press the molded insert in. Her tongue found the proper hole, her teeth slowly slid into those fangs, and Amy continued swallowing until everything was fitted.

“Fair warning, just in case you didn’t read the waiver for this part either,” Three said from the side. “The apparatus is about to connect with the mask link. Your throat and esophagus will now be coated with a nanofilm to allow the passage of food. The coating will link with your own sensations, so it won’t be uncomfortable.”

“Hold your breath in three,” One intoned, “Two… one…”

“Mphhgghh!”

Amy recoiled in the chair as, for the second time that day, her throat was assaulted by a series of extremely uncomfortable pressures. This time, however, the sensations almost immediately died down. It was almost like nothing had happened.

“Link connected,” another member of the team reported.

“Nasal passages-”

Nostril tubes went up her nose. Amy gnashed her new sharp teeth together but couldn’t make a single sound except for moans and grunts- they hadn’t activated her new voice- as her nostrils were invaded. Thankfully, the tubes weren’t that long, but the insertion felt like an eternity. Another thing Amy would probably be unable to forget for the next three weeks.

They lowered the mask down in earnest now, letting her features fill up the crevices. The mask laid heavily on her, covering everything, and the dim light that Amy had been able to see faded away. She was plunged into total darkness. The mask clung at her face like nothing she had ever felt or even imagined before...

Buzzing. Heat. Sealed.

Then Amy was temporarily blinded, before her eyes adjusted to the new visual input afforded by her contacts. She looked around, blinked. Her view blinked with her.

“Visual contact complete.”

“How many fingers?”

Amy tried to say something, but it only came out as a muffled squeak. Her tongue moved around pointlessly in her new mouth.

“Haven’t activated the vocal modulator yet…”

“Done.”

“Okay, Amy, try again. How many fingers?”

“Five,” she said, and stopped. That voice couldn’t have been hers. Smooth and flowing and sensual, it rolled like a temptress melody coated in snake venom. Not her normal, slightly hoarse tone.

That was Medusa’s voice.

“Whoa,” Amy said.

“It works,” someone blandly reported. “Activating snakes now.”

Amy suddenly felt a curious sensation at her hair. She couldn’t see anything, but she certainly could feel the intermittent tugging and versatility where her hair had once sat limply. Someone started clapping. The lone applause was joined by that of another, and another, until all the team was cheering- except for Three, who stood idly with arms crossed in the back.

“Congratulations!” There was no way Amy could read One’s expression from underneath that visor, but there definitely was a note of elation. “It’s a success!”

Amy raised her hands and felt at her alien features. Her nose didn’t feel quite right, nor did her lips or cheeks. “I have three days, right?”

“Before the program starts? Yes, you do. Three days to get used to your new body. Best prepare yourself for the weeks ahead. Don’t be afraid to get in character. Perhaps you’ll need a new name?”

“I…” Amy was slightly dazed. “I don’t know. I’ll… think on it.”

That voice…

“Great! You know the way to your room. Feel free to put your clothes back on- you’re technically not nude but it’s a long way to the living quarters.”

Her mouth, her tongue…

“Of course.”

Her steps and the memory of the hallway was a blur. She was at her room before she knew it, a sparsely furnished chamber temporarily assigned to her for the duration of her employment. Amy had tacked up a few posters in defiance of the overwhelming corporate blandness of it all, and she stared blankly at them now.

A mirror.

There was a mirror in the bathroom.

Amy walked with heavy feet to open the door. She walked in. Looked.

A sensuous woman with writhing snake hair, incongruously wearing Amy’s yellow v-neck tee and faded light blue jeans, was looking with a dazed expression back at her. Sharp fangs glimmered in her mouth, and two hypnotizing eyes- real, glimmering eyes- searched Amy from out of the mirror’s reflective surface for answers.

Amy reached up. The gorgon in the mirror grabbed her own breast and massaged it, almost in wonder and bemusement. Amy took off the shirt. The gorgon tossed it into the still-wet bathtub without breaking its gaze from Amy.

Jeans. The gorgon wriggled out of them and the faded denim followed the shirt. Bra... panties…

The female monster was naked in front of the mirror. Amy wished she had a full-length mirror, but instead clambered up onto the rectangular sink surface and put a hand on the mirror for support. The gorgon sank to its haunches and brought itself closer to the mirror, eyes moving rapidly, and brought its other hand down to the utterly real slit between its legs. The fingers rubbed and then dove in, and Amy felt a vague warmth penetrate her through the insert that was-

The insert-

There was an insert-

Amy suddenly became acutely aware of the tightness of the bodysuit around her body, clinging to her skin, clasping onto her skull. The snakes that were her hair writhed and hissed little hisses in amusement. Eyes widened. Her eyes. The monster’s eyes. Her mouth became dry. No, wet- and full. There was a gag. How had she forgotten, almost instantly, that her teeth and tongue were trapped? Amy swallowed, and felt the pressures all wrong in her throat. She grinned, and the fangs met uncomfortably in her mouth.

Her fangs.

Amy was the monster, the gorgon- Medusa. She was Medusa. “Yes,” Amy said weakly, and at the same time, a seductive voice rolled, “Yesss.” Amy spoke louder. “I am Medusa.” The words came out almost elated, like a trill, like a hiss. The lips on the gorgon moved- that gorgon in the mirror- her-

Amy- Medusa- gave a sharp, breathless laugh. Shock. Surprise. Awe.

And arousal.

The inserts she had been ignoring for the past hour or so were now taking their toll. Her fingers were warm. They twitched, and that twitch sent a pulse of pleasure up her insides that make her legs weak and almost caused her to fall backwards onto the floor.

“Yesss,” she said. She leapt off the sink, tearing herself away from the mirror, and in less than a dozen quiet footsteps threw herself onto her bed. Hot, warm, cool- inside her, inside, inside-

“Yesss,” the voice came. Sultry.

Pleasure washed over and through and everywhere. Her other hand crept down her back, tracing her spine and bumping over each scale, until they found her eager asshole. They crept in, quickly. Pleasure.

“Ahhhh…”

She writhed, her curvy body twisting like a snake upon the sheets. Hot, cold. Deep inside her. Her fingers were deep inside. She pulled them out and rubbed at her clit.

Hiss.

“Ahhhh… Ahhhhhh…. AHHhhhhh… YesssssssSSSS....”

It was like a flash of light, a pulse of warmth that flew over her skin- whichever skin it was- and the glow didn’t fade for a good long while.

When all was quiet and her panting had stopped, she finally looked up, drawing her fingers out of her cunt and ass. Licking quietly.

“My name,” she said, almost thoughtfully.

“Medusa,” she whispered.

Medusa looked up at the posters around her. They were near and dear to Amy’s heart, but these were not fitting for a gorgon’s home. She got to her knees on the bed, springs squeaking, and gently peeled the tape off of the plastered walls. The posters went in a pile on the nearby table.

“Ssssssss…”

Medusa had to pause and admire how the consonant flowed over her heavy tongue. She licked her blackened lips. She needed to see again.

Medusa prowled over to the bathroom mirror. There she was. Of course. It couldn’t be Amy. That was ridiculous. A girl, wrapped up and gagged and invaded down to every orifice? That scrawny… mortal?

Medusa let her hips drift to one side, pushing her considerable cleavage out in the other direction, and let one hand caress her thigh as the other dove through her wriggling hair. Mythical Medusa. Sexy and venomous, with a gaze that could kill men. She let her hand slide down her face, trailing around slitted eyes, to almost innocently dip into her mouth. Medusa wetted her finger, then pulled it down once again into her cunt. She bit her lower lip, gently, and curved her head back, back, breathing in through her nose-

Through tubes.

Amy was back in an instant, and the dream was over. She caught herself in mid-stroke, and almost ashamedly brought her hands back to her sides, straightening. Medusa in the mirror almost looked slightly embarrassed. Shoulders hunched forward. Back slightly bent. Amy shifted her weight and almost slipped on a wet patch on the tile- both she and the gorgon flailed for a second, before grasping the door frame. Amy couldn’t hold back a toothy, tentative smile. Sexy, exotic Medusa, doing Amy-esque things like sliding on a perfectly flat stretch of floor.

Amy walked out of the bathroom and turned off the lights. She saw the posters on the desk and almost tacked them back up. No. Too much effort for now. Amy was tired after her transformation, and indeed… well, orgasm. She’d have plenty of time to explore her new body, as if she hadn’t already done so, and get ready for the program. Until then…

Amy crawled into bed, pulling the sheets up. On second thought she pushed them back. It was bound to get slightly hot, and despite what the team had said to her about temperature translation through the suit’s material, Amy was still warm with pleasure. She curled up, her snakes rolling around on the pillow until they found a comfortable position to curl up. Amy’s serpentine eyes closed.

“Hisss,” she whispered softly, in an alien voice that wasn’t her own, and with that, the new gorgon drifted off to sleep.