Sunny Shades

>Susie whimpered to herself as she stepped into her dinky apartment, soaking wet from the rain. She had forgot her umbrella and the bus home hit a flat, so she had been walking the rest of the way.
>She went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to dry herself off, then simply stared in the mirror. Her appearance was wholly unimpressive, the kind of mousy girl who nobody would give a second glance to. Susie would try to stand out at the office with small but nice little gestures. Fetching coffee, making cookies for the break room, and so on, but every time she did, she would never get so much as a thank you or even a smile of acknowledgement. And then that bitch Alyssa from upstairs would come out of nowhere and flaunt her moneymaker to take credit for Susie's little gestures.
>It wasn't fair! Susie sobbed as she pounded at the mirror in frustration. She was working all day in Accounting trying to do her job and not cause problems, and then she tries to do something nice and gets nothing for it. Susie wanted to know when she would get her break in life, her chance to make people know her.
>Reaching into her pocket, Susie pulled out something she had found during her walk home: a pair of fancy sunglasses. They were just sitting there in a trashcan, overlooked by the bored and miserable people on the street. Susie had no idea why she stopped to pick them up. It was almost like they were calling for her. With a final sigh, Susie put the shades to her face, figuring it would probably be worth a laugh.
>As the shades went to her face, a funny giggle began to escape her throat and her vision blurred. Her mind felt like the time she tried drinking champagne at the office New Year's party, all bubbly and light. Before she knew it, she had blacked out...

>Susie's eyes blinked awake and she looked around. She had been lying in the corner of the bathroom, apparently having lost her balance and fallen over in her tipsiness.
>With a soft and cute moan, Susie pulled herself to her feet and went back to the mirror, and she gasped at who she saw staring back. Instead of a dull, brown-haired glasses girl that nobody noticed, she saw a tall, buxom blonde in a bikini that looked literally painted on.
>Susie felt her face in shock, then felt it all over. It was all flat. Not a wrinkle or bump anywhere, just one big ball of soft plastic wearing sunglasses and wearing a molded wig. Even her mouth looked like nothing but a splotch of white paint.
>She felt all the way down her hips, noticing how the rubbery plastic feeling was all over her, exaggerating her every curve into a ridiculous facsimile of the female form. If anything, she looked like one of those Barbie dolls she would play with as a child, though definitely bustier as her hands went back up to her enormous head-sized tits.
>Susie shook her hips and giggled as she watched her titties jiggle and bounce, somehow finding enjoyment in her new appearance. As her hands continued to feel all over her tits, she pushed them into her cleavage and felt around, then pulled out a glittery pink cell phone. Another hand went into her tits and she pulled out a tube of lipstick, which she tried to apply to her lips only to find that she had no lips. Susie couldn't help but laugh again as she saw the red mess on her face.
>After wiping her face off, Susie strutted out of the bathroom on her tippy-toes, her balance never faltering despite her top-heavy new form. She was starting to feel really good about this despite the inexplicable change. Like all the dark and gloomy feelings were gone and her mind was all sunny and bright. Sunny... she liked that word. Yes, she was Sunny now. Miss Sunny. And despite the rain, Miss Sunny's happy mood was not going to be rained on anymore.

>Down the hall, Fred was lying on his bed watching TV. A fairly-handsome young man for his age and financial situation, Susie had quietly wanted to speak with him for years but could never find the nerve to so much as knock on the door. Not so for Miss Sunny as she stepped out of Susie's apartment and sashayed down the hall, her every step shaking her plump plastic ass almost hypnotically. With a light giggle, she went up to Fred's door and gave it a rhythmic knock.
>Fred groaned and got up to answer the door, and was greeted by two mammoth molded mammaries staring back at him. He looked up to see Miss Sunny grinning back at him. "Uhh... hello?" he meekly greeted. Miss Sunny tried to speak, but no sound seemed to come out of her mouth. She frowned in disappointment, then shrugged and stepped inside. "Listen, Miss, is there anything I can... uh... help you with?"
>Miss Sunny simply strutted over to Fred's bed and laid prone on it, reclining on her side with a "come hither" gesture from her hand. As soon as her hand moved, Fred felt an unnatural compulsion and before he knew it, his feet were moving him towards the bed.
>Fred dropped his pants to expose his erect cock. Miss Sunny looked at it and almost seemed to be squinting through her sunglasses at how unimpressive it looked, then she threw her head back and laughed in her bubbly bimbo laugh as her hand grabbed Fred by the back of his head and pushed him into her cleavage. The poor man's vision became nothing but squishy titflesh squeezing his face, his nostrils filling with the smell of rubber and his ears filled with the echoing laughter of Miss Sunny.

>The next morning, as light slipped into Fred's apartment, Susie woke up with a groan and clutched her head. She looked around to see that she was not in her bed, then looked down to see Fred sleeping like a log, unaware of everything but the best night of his life. She looked down to see that she was wearing a bathrobe and holding the sunglasses in her hand.
>In a sudden panic, Susie fell out of the bed and ran for the door. She didn't see the newspaper on the hallway floor when she tripped on it and felt herself flying down the stairs. Susie couldn't grab onto anything in time. Not knowing what else to do, she shoved the sunglasses onto her face. Down the stairs fell not Susie, but Miss Sunny, and she crashed onto the bottom floor in a heap.
>Despite the seemingly-fatal fall, Miss Sunny merely got up and dusted herself off like it was a light roll down a hill. She removed the shades and Susie returned to normal. Returning to her apartment and locking the door, Susie sat on her bed and examined the odd shades as she remembered what she did last night. Did she just... go up to Fred and make him motorboat her tits?
>A bit more thought and it occurred to Susie that these shades had some kind of power. Pulling objects from between her tits, able to control people like a sexy hypnotist, seemingly invincible... Susie smiled as her mind thought up all kinds of ideas. Fun ideas that she as Susie would never be able to get away with but would have no problem as her rubbery new alter-ego.

>Susie was back in the bathroom again absently holding the strange shades, still excited from her adventure last night. With a giddy smile, she placed the shades on her face and gasped as she felt the transformation race through her. Before she had gone through it too fast to notice the changes, but now she could see them firsthand.
>Watching the plastic form over her body was like being covered in a gooey membrane, stretching and squishing her fleshy form into that absurd exaggeration of feminism. The effect on her mind was like somebody taking a funnel and pouring out all that doubt and hesitation in her thoughts, leaving nothing but pure desire to just let loose with her wildest thoughts.
>Now fully transformed, Miss Sunny pinched her titflesh and squeaked cutely in pain. It didn't even register as pain, really, more like a dull tingle. Deep in her thoughts, Susie wondered what Alyssa in the office would think to see Sunny's tits beat hers.
>Without even thinking about it, Miss Sunny suddenly spun in place as a blurred tornado. When she stopped, she was now wearing a tight and sexy office uniform with a blouse barely holding its button to contain her breasts. Realizing what she just did, Sunny spun again and reappeared wearing a lewd cow bikini, with legging, a tail, and even horns. "Like, moo," she teased. Another spin and she was now a chalk-white goth girl with jet-black hair and strap-covered clothes, like Susie had been during her short-lived Goth phase in high school.
>Sunny was just about to try another spin-outfit when the alarm clock blared. Susie could still barely know what that meant: she was LATE! Quickly removing the glasses, Susie rushed to get fresh clothes for work and get out the door. She kept the shades in her pocket, though. Susie had fun planned for later.