Intro

Body Art

Introduction

Hi, my name is Miranda and I'm writing this on the eve of one of the biggest choices of my life.

I'm currently sitting here naked, locked in a plexiglass box with a roof, right in the middle of the main college square. My cage, because that is what it is, has several padlocks on the outside, each controlled by a different person, and another on the inside which only I can open. There will be no escape!! My home, because for the next seven days this box is also that, is sparsely furnished: I have a thin mat to use as a mattress and seat, a low coffee table to use as a desk, a thin blanket for warmth, a couple books to fill idle hours, and a beanbag chair. My stage, because my cage is the site of my performance, is illuminated at all hours of the day so that anyone walking through the square can see my art, see my canvas.

See my body.

Because for the next seven days I will be using the alchemy of demon cum to radically change myself in a performance I am calling Body Art.

Let me explain.

I am a fine arts student at the college with a focus on theatre studies and dance. I am in the final year of my studies and so I found myself in need of a final thesis.

My program takes a liberal view of what could make a thesis. The only requirement is that it involves some type of traditional scholarship and a performance. My boyfriend Williard is writing a play about a young woman changed into an avatar of Mamnon, based on research into legends of the great demon. My friend Tandra, an incredible dancer, is documenting a transformed burlesque movement happening at The serpent and The Hood, a local bar, and then creating her own dance. There were so many options and I was having trouble choosing one.

Worse, I was having trouble deciding what I was passionate about.

This all came to a head one night when my friend Katka and I had found our way onto the roof of our dormitory and were smoking a joint. We were both stuck on what our thesis should be and were brainstorming, hoping getting a little high might inspire some new ideas.

I had always been interested in performance art, an art piece where an artist would go somewhere public and perform a provocative act to inspire thought in strangers. Katka, knowing my affection, had suggested that might be a worthwhile pursuit for me. I agreed, but complained that I couldn't come up with an actual idea worthy of being my thesis.

Feeling overwhelmed, I changed the subject and suggested that Katka should consider a photography project. Katka is an extremely talented photographer and a photo based project would be right up her alley.

Katka admitted that she had been considering a photography project and even knew what she wanted to do.

Her favourite photography professor made a name for himself by rushing to Jizza at the start of the transformation epidemic and documenting women before and after their changes. His own young wife came with him, unaware of the dangers, and became a transformee herself. In fact the photos of his wife's series of transformations became his most famous. He hangs them in his office.

Picture if you will a photo depicting a beautiful young woman, a life nude model, with large high breasts, long willowy limbs, auburn hair, and a constellation of large dark freckles. Snap to a picture of that same woman, but with larger lips, no arms, and six large cocks dangling from her crotch. Now imagine a picture where her pretty face and head are gone, sunk into her armless shoulders and where a huge, twinkling eye stares out of her cleavage and an even larger, feminine mouth splits her stomach while her six dicks double in size. And then the next photo where her torso swells, becoming soft and fat like a giant tit and pear shaped, her breasts and nipples now gone, her six cocks long enough to trail on the floor. And finally a photo of her, well him, with his newly legless torso, now a chubby, freckled cyclopian toroid with the largest lips and mouth I have ever seen resting on a nest of long penis tentacles.

It's a really remarkable series of photos that captures the joy of the subject's transformation and has the added complexity of the photographer coming to terms with and learning to be attracted to his lover’s new form.

It was these photos that Katka wanted her project to be like: a thesis where she captured someone remaking themselves with her photography. Katka, however lacked the time and means to travel to Jizza or Freya's Realm or other hotbeds of transformation and found much of the local transformation scene too mild to really make for an engaging photo series. So Katka knew what her passion was and what she wanted to do, but lacked the willing subject she needed for her photos.

That's when it struck me: I could be Katka's transformee subject.

Better yet, I could stage my transformation in public and format it to be performance art.

Transforming could be my thesis.

My own body could be my art.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I knew it felt right. While I had never considered transforming myself before, it was exactly the kind of provocative, dramatic act that would make for an excellent performance art piece. Done properly I could use the transformation to explore and demonstrate the consequences of decisions and a loss of control in a public spectacle. And then I would have to live with the changes, a permanent testament to my art. A life long performance.

It was a giant, terrifying idea.

And, I have to admit, more than a little exciting.

I told Katka of my desire to transform in a performance, told her that I would love to be her photography subject. I could see the doubt and worry flash in Katka's eyes, but also the excitement: here I was offering myself as her perfect thesis project. It was too good an opportunity for her to pass up.

So the two of us sat there on the roof and came up with a plan to make our new dreams a reality.

When I eventually made it back to my room I lay awake looking at the ceiling and thinking about the journey I was about to embark on. What did transformation mean to me and how could I communicate that to an audience? I thought about how transformations are like decisions and come with irreparable consequences and chilling finality. I thought about transformations and decisions could start small but pile up into larger realities and difficulties. I thought about how transformation was about a loss of control and, like life, was often a random event. And I decided that this is what I wanted to capture. That my performance should somehow incorporate randomness into the changes, that I should concede control somehow, and that it would better if I could work in randomness. And that it was essential that I appeared trapped in the situation.

And then I thought about what transforming would actually mean.

And then I fantasized about what I might be.

And then I masturbated long into the night.

The next morning at breakfast, a highly enthusiastic Katka ambushed me and suggested we skip classes to perform all of the logistics needed to put the plan into motion. I may have wanted more time to consider how I felt about the plan, but didn't want to disappoint her and so I let myself get swept along by her enthusiasm.

The first thing we needed was faculty approval and a professor to sponsor our project. Katka thought that professor Bluthe, her photography teacher with the changed Jizza husband, would make a sympathetic candidate. And so we went to meet with him.

Professor Bluthe stroked his greying beard thoughtfully while Katka explained the general concept of what we were proposing. When she finished he gave me a long judging look and asked me how I felt about it and what I was hoping to accomplish. Glancing at the photo series of his changing spouse, I explained that I was quite serious and what transformation meant to me and that I wanted to communicate this to an audience. He bit his lip and considered this and then rendered his judgement.

He decreed that the project had merit and, assuming we could gather the materials needed, that he would be happy to be our sponsor and advisor. He told me that my performance idea was excellent but that I would need to write a primary document on the experience to satisfy the scholastic portion of the thesis. He instructed Katka that he didn't think the photos of me changing would be sufficiently scholarly on their own and so she would be responsible for documenting the entire performance including the audience and preparation.

Then he smiled, wished us good luck, and suggested that Professor Lipple in the alchemy department would be a potential ally.

As he stood up to shake out hands I couldn't help but notice he was sporting a sizeable erection in his trousers.

Our next stop was the office of Professor Lipple. Professor Bluthe called ahead so we were able to get a meeting with the busy alchemist Prof almost immediately. The severe looking older woman listened to our story with intimidating intensity. When we finished she asked exactly what transformations I had in mind. I told her that I didn't know exactly, but wanted a series of somewhat mild changes over a series of days and that it would be good for their to be randomness... but in a safe way. I wanted my mind intact and enough humanity to live some sort of life afterward. Professor Lipple lapped her pursed lips and thought.

She told us that alchemy doesn't come cheap, and as interesting as she finds our project, she can't just give us that many elixirs for free. She did however have a senior group of gifted alchemy students who needed practice making potions and who would benefit from seeing some of their work used on a human volunteer. She suggested that perhaps she could use me as her students’ gunea pig and therefore provide me with the alchemy for my performance.

I told her that would be more than acceptable, generous even.

Professor Lipple smiled thinly and called for “Hendricks” out her office door. Scrambling in was a mousy young man who we'd pass in the hall, who, judging from his smeared and scorched lab coat, was one of Dr Lipples students. He smiled shyly at us when he entered the room.

The professor introduced us, confirmed that Hendricks was one of her honours students, and that he would be our lab liaison for the project. She explained our plan to him and I elaborated that I wanted to do seven days of transformation and that I wanted it to be somehow random.

Hendricks blushed and suggested that he and his four classmates could make their potions in secret and not tell me what they were. And they could each make seven potions, one per day, and bring me one each everyday so that I would have five vials a day to choose from. To make it random, Hendricks suggested that I could roll a five sided coloured dye, like in a game of chance, to select the vial.

I smiled at him and clapped my hands. The idea was perfect! I told him it was exactly what I wanted and complimented his smart problem solving skills. Hendricks blushed even darker.

Prof. Lipple cleared her throat and said that if all was decided everyone should get back to work to make my performance a reality.

Katka just grinned at me.

The next problem we had was that we needed a stage for my performance. Fortunately the college had a policy where strident groups or individuals performing anything remotely academic had free use of the main campus square. The main square was ideal for me in that it sat right in the middle of the campus. It was Bordered north and south by the student residences on one side and their lecture halls and labs on the other. The square was also bordered east and west by the college shopping and dining area and the student centre and recreation zone. Basically it was right at the heart of student life and required just about every person to cross it at least once in a day. If I wanted my show to be seen, it was the perfect place.

We promptly submitted the paperwork.

With the alchemy sourced, probably the next most challenging aspect of holding the performance came from the fact that I'd need a specialized stage built. It was going to be my home for a week, a very nude week, so it would have to be constructed to protect me from the elements. It had to have transparent walls and be well lit so that people could watch me at all times. And it had to be a prison: I was increasingly certain that I wanted to be trapped in a box for the duration of my transformations. I also wanted to be able to keep anyone meddlesome from interrupting my act. So my stage would also have to be built as a durable cage.

Again I was fortunate in that Tandra had a sometime girlfriend Elise who, along with her cock Kai, were the president of a building club for engineers. (For the curious Elise and Kai had started as two regular girls. They became conjoined at the Serpent and Hood bar with Elise becoming four legged and having her breasts turn into massive testicles. Kai became joined to Elise's crotch and became her cock, but retaining her arms and breasts and most of her face, growing a glans cock muzzle on her mouth and nose.) Elise and her dick and their friends would build small practical projects to keep their building skills alive as they learned the theory of engineering. And Elia and Kai, on behalf of their club, agreed to build me a plexiglass cell.

So everything was in motion. The alchemistry students were hard at work on my elixirs and the engineers only needed a day to assemble my cell. My performance was going to happen in less than a day.

I was fiercely excited.

I was fiercely aroused.

I just needed to tell my boyfriend…

For my last night as a human I took Williard out for a fancy dinner and seduced him after our meal. I just had to experience sex once more as a woman: who knew what I will end up as! (Which is so arousing!) It was a very memorable night with Williard rising very much to the occasion, filling me completely, and giving me a train of orgasms to fondly remember. It was a perfect last night as a human.

Of course I still needed to tell him.

Enter scene: a young woman and young man are having sex. The woman is on top aggressively thrusting against the man who does his best to meet her. The woman feels herself approaching, grabs the man’s face and pushes it into her breasts. She exclaims and orgasms, gyrating on top of her lover. A moment later the man bucks and hisses as he spews his seed deep inside her. They collapse together.

Sometime later, the man and woman entertained and cuddling:

Me (the woman): “Mmm… that was perfect.”

Williard (the man, stroking woman): “That was pretty grand, wasn't it? Why so hungry tonight?”

Me: “Actually, about that... I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Williard: “Ha! Going to tell me your're pregnant?”

Me (swatting the man): “No! Freya, no. It has to do with my thesis project.”

Williard: “You mean you've finally picked something? Finally!”

Me: “Yes, and I'm not entirely sure you will like it…”

Williard: “What did you do now?”

Me: “I'm going to stage a special kind of performance art. One where I transform myself in front of a crowd.”

Williard: “Shit! Really?”

Me: (a nod)

Williard: (a long pause)

Williard: “I didn't know you were interested in changing yourself.”

Me: “I'm not... Or at least I wasn't. It, um, turns out I am. Very much so.”

Williard: “So you're certain then?”

Me: “Yes. My performance, my changes start tomorrow.”

Williard: “So this was one last night with me as you?”

Me: “Yes, sort of. Uh, sorry for making this choice without consulting you.”

Williard: (pause) “Well it is your life and it's not like we’ve made any promises. What will your transformation be?”

Me: “I'm not sure yet. And, uh, transformations. I've set it up so that I will have multiple, seven, changes from vials chosen randomly that were made by alchemy students.”

Williard: “Students?”

Me: “Alchemy is expensive! And they are honours students....”

Williard: “I see.”

Me: “You’re doing your project on the great demons....”

Williard: “That doesn't mean I find transformations sexy. Maybe I just find drama in it.”

Me: “Will you still love me after I transform?”

Williard: “I'm not sure, I guess it depends on what you end up as…”

Me: “Will you at least be there to support me?”

Williard: “Of course.”

Me: “I love you Williard.”

Williard: “I'm fond of you too.”

End scene.

After spending the morning of the next day with Williard it was finally time to start my performance. We walked hand in hand to the central square and the newly constructed plexiglass box that was to be my stage, cell, and home for the next week.

Gathered around the box was a small crowd of largely curious alchemist students and my friends and classmates. Katka was there with her expensive camera snapping shots of me and the crowd and Tandra was there looking beatific in moral support. Hendricks was there as well, standing in a knot with four other mousey looking students: two boys, a girl, and what judging from the bulge in her trousers must be a herm or dickgirl. I suspect they are the other honours alchemist students here to see me off.

I hugged Williard and kissed him.

Then, in front of all of these witnesses I undressed. I tried really hard not to blush or feel embarrassed: my body is my canvas and besides, I was about to spend the next week of my life very publicly naked. Still, when I finally kicked off my underwear I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious with all of the stares and appraising looks. I took a deep breath, stood a little taller and marched to the cage door.

Turning to face the crowd I announced the performance had begun and stepped through the door into my cell and closed the door.

I then took a padlock on the inside and locked the door on my end. Now no one could let me out without my agreement.

That accomplished Katka stepped forward and placed another padlock on the outside of the door. As my main collaborator no one could let me out without her agreement.

Hendricks, acting on behalf of Professor Lipple and the other alchemists, added another padlock to the door, making it three parties that needed to be consulted to open the door prematurely.

Finally Tandra, in the place of Professor Bluthe, who failed to show up, placed a third and final padlock on the outer door.

Now all parties had to agree to release me.

There is no going back now.

I spent the rest of the evening sitting cross legged in the centre of my cell until the crowd slowly departed. Tandra waved goodbye and Katka sketched a salute. Williard blew me a kiss and the alchemists merely departed. Soon I was alone.

I'm Miranda and it is the middle of the night as I write this.

Tomorrow my life changes for good.

There is no going back.

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Some behind the scenes stuff:

This story features a bunch of transformations over a number of days. To make the story more random and exciting I did not design any of the transformations and instead asked some collaborators on the forum to design seven vials each, one per day of the story. So:

Orange Vials: Demon-Man

Blue Vials: TheTransformationGuru

Purple Vials: Xerox2

Red Vials: darkdonny

Green Vials: Madmax011

Also all vials used were chosen using random number generators.

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Next: Day 1