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MidReal Story
Skating on Faith
Anonymous
Jul 2
Scenario:Male to female skinsuit boyfriend to girlfriend ice skate dress
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Alex
He is a figure skater training for the Olympics. He is determined, passionate, and introspective. Alex has been working towards becoming a figure skater for most of his life. He faced challenges growing up, including taking care of his sick mother and younger brother. Despite these obstacles, he pursued his dreams and gained the support of his girlfriend, Madison, who is also his best friend. On the day of the Olympics, Alex is nervous but ready to perform.
Julia
She is a figure skater and a potential rival of Alex. She is confident, ambitious, and focused. Julia has been training for years to take part in the Olympics and is determined to win a medal. Her intense competition with Alex adds pressure to his performance. Despite this, she shows respect for him and his craft. On the day of the Olympics, Julia is ready to give her all for her dream to achieve gold.
Madison
She is Alex's girlfriend and best friend since high school. She is supportive, caring, and loyal. Madison was initially hesitant about dating Alex due to their long history as friends but eventually realized her feelings for him. She attends every event he participates in, showing her dedication to him. On the day of the Olympics, Madison watches anxiously as Alex prepares to perform his routine for what could be his last chance.
I was never the type of guy who would wear a skinsuit, let alone a pink one, but I was willing to do just about anything to win gold.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Who would have thought that a guy like me would be wearing a dress and skinsuit, practicing his double axel jump in front of a mirror, instead of playing hockey on the ice?
Definitely not my brothers, or my friends.
I glanced down at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time since I’d gotten dressed.
Only thirty more minutes until I had to be at the ice rink for my warm-up, and hopefully the beginning of my road to gold.
Madison would be here soon to zip me into my skinsuit and attach the feathers to the back of my costume.
I moved to the center of my living room, clearing enough space that I could do a practice jump.
The hardwood floor wasn’t ideal for landing on, but I needed one more practice run before Madison got here.
The morning light coming through the window hit the sequins on the skinsuit, and I could see every detail of the costume.
The feathers that would be attached to the hooks on my back were laid out on the couch, and I could see them in the reflection of the mirror.
I took my position, marking the rotation with my arms and imagining the ice beneath my feet.
I took three quick steps and launched into the air, rotating twice before landing on one foot.
My landing was a little shaky on the wooden floor, and I stumbled slightly as I came down from the jump.
"Damn it," I muttered to myself as I reset my position and tried again.
This time, my landing was a little steadier. The doorbell rang just as I landed from my second jump, and I knew that it had to be Madison.
I opened the door to find her standing in the hallway, a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
Her cheeks were pink from the cold, and she was wearing a bright blue hat that matched the color of her eyes.
"Hey," she said, smiling up at me.
"Sorry I’m late. The traffic was a nightmare."
"It’s okay," I replied, stepping back to let her in.
She walked past me and set her bag down on the coffee table, unzipping it to reveal a jumbled mess of feathers, sequins, and sewing supplies.
"You look different," she said, looking me up and down.
I laughed.
"I guess I do," I said.
"Come on in. I’ll show you the costume."
Madison followed me into my living room, where she set down her bag and began pulling out the feathers and sequins.
She spread them out on the coffee table, arranging them in neat piles. "Wow," she breathed as she looked at the skinsuit.
"This is incredible."
I nodded.
"Yeah, it’s really something. The designer did an amazing job."
Madison smiled.
"Well, let’s get you all fixed up."
She picked up a needle and thread and began threading it through one of the feathers.
As she worked, I continued practicing my jumps, landing each one with a little more confidence than the last.
The feathers needed to be attached perfectly - if they were off by even a fraction of an inch, it could affect my performance on the ice.
Madison worked quickly and efficiently, her hands moving with practiced ease as she sewed the feathers onto the back of my skinsuit.
As she worked, I continued to practice my jumps, each one landing with a little more confidence than the last. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Madison finished attaching the feathers to my costume.
She stepped back and admired her handiwork, nodding in satisfaction as she looked at me.
"There," she said.
"You look amazing."
I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but agree with her.
The feathers added a touch of elegance to the costume, and I felt like I was ready to take on anything that came my way. Madison picked up another feather and held it out to me.
"Okay," she said.
"Now it’s time for the final touches."
She pinned some of the extra fabric together with one hand while holding pins in her mouth with the other.
"Do you ever think about what your brothers would say if they saw you now?" Madison asked, her voice teasing but curious.
"Honestly, they'd probably laugh and call me crazy," I admitted, adjusting the fabric around my shoulders.
"But then they'd see you on the podium and realize just how wrong they were," she said with a wink, her confidence in me unwavering.
I watched her work, her skilled hands moving swiftly with the needle.
When she stepped away to get more thread from her bag, I noticed something inside - the competition dress she wore when I first saw her at the rink all those years ago.
An idea formed in my mind as I stared at the dress, its silky fabric and intricate sequins catching the light.
Madison turned back to me, and I quickly dropped my hand, but my mind was already racing.
"Madison, do you ever miss competing?" I asked, nodding toward the dress.
She paused, her eyes following mine to the bag.
"Sometimes," she admitted softly, "but helping you chase your dream feels just as thrilling."
While Madison stepped into the bathroom, I found myself drawn to the dress lying in the open duffel bag.
My hands shook as I lifted it out, feeling the familiar stretch fabric between my fingers.
Without thinking, I slipped it over my pink skinsuit, the material conforming perfectly to my body.
The sequins caught the morning light, just like they did when Madison wore it in competitions.
I adjusted the straps, remembering how gracefully she moved in this dress.
Madison emerged from the bathroom, her eyes widening as she saw me in her old dress.
"Wow," she breathed, a mix of nostalgia and surprise in her voice.
"Seeing you in that... it’s like stepping back in time."
I stared at my reflection, mesmerized by how the dress had melded with my skinsuit.
It wasn’t just sitting on top; it had become a part of me, transforming my form into something more feminine.
The fabric felt different now - tighter, more conforming.
My chest appeared fuller, waist narrower.
I touched my face, noticing subtle changes in my features.
Madison watched with wide eyes as I moved, testing this new body with small steps and turns.
The dress wasn’t just sitting on top anymore; it was transforming me.
When I attempted a spin, the movement felt natural, graceful - distinctly feminine.
I feel a strange tingling sensation spreading across my skin where the dress touches me.
The fabric seems to melt into my pink skinsuit, fusing with it as if the two materials are becoming one.
My reflection in the mirror shows my features softening further - my jaw line smoothing, my shoulders narrowing.
I touch my face with trembling fingers, feeling unfamiliar contours.
Madison gasps behind me as my body continues its transformation.
When I turn to face her, my movements are different, more graceful.
The dress isn’t just clinging to me anymore - it’s becoming my skin, reshaping me into a perfect copy of Madison.
I stumble back from the mirror, my new body moving in ways I don’t expect.
My hands - Madison’s hands - shake as I touch my transformed face, tracing unfamiliar cheekbones and softer lips.
The real Madison approaches me slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Standing side by side, we’re identical twins - same height, same build, same delicate features.
I try to speak, but Madison’s voice comes out instead of mine.
"This can’t be real," I say, hearing her familiar tone.
Madison reaches out hesitantly, touching my arm as if to confirm I’m solid and present.
I pace across the living room, still adjusting to my new center of gravity.
Madison watches me with a mix of fascination and concern.
"We could use this," she says finally, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
"What do you mean?"
I ask, my voice still foreign to my ears.
"We could switch places," she explains, her words tumbling out quickly.
"I could compete as you tomorrow, and you could go to the gala as me."
The idea sends a thrill through me, mixed with a hint of fear.
It’s both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
"Are you sure?"
I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
Madison nods determinedly.
"We can do this. We just need to practice."
We spend the next few hours practicing each other’s mannerisms and movements.
Madison stands in front of me, mimicking my skating stance - feet shoulder-width apart, arms extended for balance.
I watch intently, then try to mirror her graceful walk - fluid steps, head held high.
She laughs at my attempt, her voice echoing through the room.
"You’re too stiff," she says gently.
"Relax your shoulders. Let your hips sway."
I try again, focusing on the fluidity of her movements.
This time, I manage to capture a hint of her grace. "Your turn," I say, gesturing for her to mimic me again.
She takes a few tentative steps, trying to replicate my posture and stride.
"Better," I encourage.
"But remember to keep your knees slightly bent. It helps with balance."
She nods, determination in her eyes as she practices once more.
We continue our practice session until we’re both satisfied with our progress.
Then Madison pulls out a small ID card from her wallet and hands it to me.
"Study this," she instructs.
"It has all my personal details - address, phone number, everything."
I take the card and examine it carefully, committing every piece of information to memory.
When I’m confident that I can recall everything accurately, I hand it back to her.
"Now let’s practice answering questions," she suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Go ahead," I say nervously, unsure what she has planned. She clears her throat and begins speaking in a mock serious tone.
"So, Miss Madison Knight, tell us about your favorite hobbies outside of figure skating."
I take a deep breath and respond in Madison’s voice, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"I enjoy painting and reading mystery novels," I say, channeling her enthusiasm.
Madison nods approvingly, then throws another question my way.
"And what about your plans after the competition season ends?"
I collapse onto the couch, exhausted from hours of practicing Madison’s mannerisms.
My newly transformed body sinks into the cushions, feeling both foreign and strangely natural at the same time.
Madison sits beside me, her identical face mirroring my own tired satisfaction.
We’ve spent the entire afternoon perfecting our deception - her learning my skating techniques while I master her distinctive laugh and the way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
When I finally manage to mimic her signature head tilt for the tenth time, she breaks into a wide grin.
"Perfect," she says, clapping her hands together in excitement.
As the sun sets outside, casting long shadows across the room, we both know there's no turning back now.