(This is the story Prom Night told from first person/POV from each main character. Prom Night was originally wrote by circleloopz for the mind control archive. All this is meant for fun and with the upmost respect for the original author.)
It was nearly time to go and I was getting more and more excited. The prom, the big event, more important, that last major hurdle before high school was over. Last year I went with Tommy Baker and the whole night was a complete shit show. My three best friends, Karen, Melanie and Samantha had similar experiences. Since we had all turned 18 during the school year, we were able to pitch in for a limo rental and go to prom with each other, stag as it were.
I pulled the brush through my shoulder length blond hair for the last time. Straight with a little curl at the end, very cute. A touch of lipstick and a bit of rouge and all I had left to do was get dressed. I removed my t-shirt and put on a satin black bra I'd purchased specifically for the occasion. Next my shorts and panties fell to the ground.
Removing a package from the dresser, I eyed it with great anticipation. Shiny white pantyhose, Berkshire brand, unconsciously, I ran a hand up my naked thigh. While outwardly I fell in to the tomboy pattern of my friends, I secretly loved to dress up. In particular, I felt a certain excitement towards nylons. I can't explain it, I was not in to other chicks, I just loved how they felt on me.
A flick of my nail and the package opened. Unrolling the sheer white fabric I admired its shiny, white sheen. It almost glimmered in the light. Sitting on the bed I rolled one leg up and extended a pointed foot out. Shimmering fabric slid over my dainty foot and up the calf. I stopped to admire the translucent fabric between my small toes. Now up the other leg, I stood up and pulled the pantyhose up and snapped the waistband into place. I admired myself in the mirror, hands running up and down my legs. This act sent a pleasurable chill up my spine. BEEP BEEP!
Crap!!! The limo had arrived. I ran to the closet in stocking feet and grabbed my dress, a tight but not slutty black cocktail dress. I quickly slid the dress on, it fell in to place nicely. Now, using my silky white toes, I pulled a pair of shoes from the bottom of the closet. Black mary-jane style pumps. Hurrying down the stairs, I paused only long enough for my mother to snap a quick picture.
“Bye mom, got to go."
"Have fun! She yelled as I ran out the door to the waiting limo. The driver, all suited up hat and all, opened the door.
“You are the final stop miss, off to the event now.” He smiled at me as I reciprocated the gesture and hopped in.
Inside were my friends, all dolled up. This was quite a change from their usual sweats and jeans.
Karen was a tall redhead with a thin and wiry frame had chosen a purple flowered knee length dress. Beautiful as the dress was, my eyes drifted to Karen's hosed legs. She had chosen a silky pair of light tan nylons, maybe a shade if that darker than nude. Were it not for her sheer, gauze covered toes that extended from the sandal like pumps she wore, it might only appear as if her legs were two long and bare stems of teenage perfection.
Next to her sat Melanie, a tall blond, very similar in build to Karen. An exchange student from Australia, Melanie was hosted by Karen's family. Their relationship started off a little rocky, but after some time the two became like sisters. Their bond had become so strong that Melanie chose to wear her blond hair in a bun identical to Karen’s. Even her dress, while pink instead of purple, shared the same floral pattern as Karen's. Like with Karen, my gaze shifted down to her suntan nylons. I smiled, then gestured to Melanie's discarded shoes.
“Couldn’t even keep your shoes on in the limo.”
“You know I hate dress shoes, and these nylons are already driving me crazy. I can’t wait to get them off.”
I second that," Karen said as she sifted in her seat. Both looked very uncomfortable in their garb.
I smiled at them, they looked great, especially with their legs sheathed in the soft, silky nylon. Why couldn't they enjoy it as much as me? "A night of dressing up won't hurt you."
"Speak for yourself, "Samantha, or Sam as she preferred, chimed in. "I'm still not sure why we agreed to this? As the most tomboy of the our group, Sam played every sport she could, watched football, the whole deal. A mid thigh length, blue sequined , sleeveless cocktail dress hung tightly on her body. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was professionally done up. Below her dress, matte, sheer black pantyhose, obviously expensive, covered her tone, athletic legs. Her feet rested in strappy black pumps. I was able to see red painted toenails through the sheer fabric. Even her fingernails, usually covered in dirt and grass stains, were done in a French manicure. Looking over my friends once more, I noticed they all worse identical red corsages on their wrists.
“Hey, where did the corsages come from? Did you guys get dates on me or what?”
“No way,” Karen replied” they were compliments of the limo service. Be careful though, whoever put them together didn’t do the roses very well, we all got pricked.”
“I’ll wait then, you know what a klutz I am.” Reaching over Sam, I retrieved my corsage and placed it beside me.
“Is it hot in here or what?” The question drew attention to Karen who suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Her hands dropped to her sides as she slid down in the seat. A soft moan from Karen was followed by another and another as she began to rub one nylon covered leg up and down the other. Her eyes wide with a combination of pleasure and fear, Karen gasped a question between her growing moans. “What, what’s happening to me?...
Sam and I watched in amazement as Karen’s whole body shuddered. She was having an orgasm. Her legs began to slide against each other with more force as Karen’s hands drifted up and down her inner thighs, pushing her knee length dress aside. A small sound drew our gaze to Melanie. With the state Karen was in, we hadn't noticed Melanie's change. Glued to the back of the seat with her eyes and teeth clamped shut, Melanie's slender tan feet worked over and under each other as she grimaced and grasped the edge of her dress.
“So wonderful, I feel so wonderful, my legs, like a thousand tiny hands, can’t resist, can’t, oh...” Melanie slid her dress up and began to run her hands up and down her pantyhose covered thighs. The whoosh of hand against nylon got louder as her movements became more frenzied. Watching this gave me a similar chill to when I'd put my hose on. I knew this was not right, but I couldn't help but get lost in a haze of excitement from the sight and sounds of nylon swooshing. After a few moments, I managed to snap out of my excited haze.
“Sam, we’ve got to do something, we have to help them.” On the edge of my seat, I found myself unable to move. This was likely due to the shock of the moment. My eyes widened as Karen and Melanie writhed about, unnatural smiles on their faces. Without warning, Karen turned and straddled Melanie, nylon thigh against nylon thigh. Their sister like bond evolved to something else as she began to kiss her on the neck. Melanie responded in kind, then slid her silky leg up and down between Karen’s hosed thighs. This act triggered a climactic orgasm for both.
“Sam, are you seeing this, Sam?”
My voice trailed off as I caught sight of my friend next to her. Sam was doubled over, as if in pain. Hands wrapped around her silky tan ankles, she began to slide them up and down her calves.
“Christina...help me... these pantyhose... so wonderful... can’t resist... must have them forever... can’t resist...help...” She sat straight up. Her eyes clamped shut as she reached down massaging her silky smooth thighs. The more the nylon rustled the more excited she became until she too reached orgasm.
Very much in shock, I shrank back in to the corner of my seat. Karen and Melanie, fully undressed, continued to rub on one another, building to yet another climax. Shaking off another excited haze. I noticed something off with their nylons. I could not tell where the pantyhose ended and my friends began. It was as if the pantyhose had been poured on to them. The fabric flowed around their bodies in to their anus and vagina, but left their pubic area smooth and sheer, like the fabric itself. The waistbands on their nylons seemed to have melded in to their very bodies, now only a faintly distinct line remained. Their pelvises moved as one into a thunderous orgasm that caused them to fall unconscious onto the seat.
I looked down at her own shiny white legs. The nylons, I had to get these nylons off.
Reaching down to move my dress up, a hand reached over and stopped me. It was Sam, her dress and shoes were gone. Only the sheer black nylons, bonded to her like the others, remained. Sam grinned at me with a sadistic smile.
“You must join us, you love nylon, you will feel better than you ever have. You will become nylon.”
“Sam please, no, I don’t want to be made in to some kind of nylon slut. Please help me.” It was too late. Sam reached over and grabbed both of my wrists. Sliding over, she straddles me as Karen had done Melanie earlier. As soon as her tan legs touched my white nylons, I shuddered and slipped into my excited haze from before. This time though, the sensations were ten fold. A spark of desire was lit and I soon began to welcome it. Running her hands up and down my body, Sam carefully reached down and removed my corsage from its box.
“Ouch!" I looked down to see the corsage on my wrist. Despite my haze of pleasure growing by the second, I was able to deduce that the corsage was the cause of everything. I needed to remove it, but Sam held me tight, slowly massaging her pelvis against mine. I could not hold back the pleasure any longer. Like a wave, it came crashing down onto my senses. Sam let loose one final moan and fell sideways, her silky legs draped across my lap. Despite being free, I did not take off the corsage. Instead, I lifted my dress to find my waistband gone. The white nylon that had gave me chills earlier was now bonded to me.
“Oh no, Oh no, oh my god...” I cried out between lust filled moans as my whole body began to shake. My Legs and lower body were being caressed by a million invisible fingers. I ran one hand up and down my shimmering white thighs and the other across Sam’s unconscious, hosed calves. My pelvis thrust up and down as if being fucked by an invisible lover. However, the nylon moved in and out, pleasing me like no man ever could.
“The nylon it is so wonderful, so wonderful, so ....” My whole body seemed to rise up and then I fell, unconscious like the others.
My memory past this point is fuzzy. I remember someone telling us to wake and get dressed. I remember the term nylonification being mentioned. I remember some bright lights, then a large empty warehouse filled with hosed ladies. Some were prom goers, like us. Others were in various other outfits paired with nylons. All had the same blank, empty expression on their face. When the limo door opened, we exited and lined up by the other ladies. As we stood there, I noticed a uniform sheen on the hosed legs of the ladies that preceded our group. Something, perhaps in the air, felt strange in the warehouse. A tingling sensation poured over me as one by one, the sheen took hold of my friends. This was paired with their eyes turning white and breathing becoming very shallow. Soon, my chest got tight and despite wanting to scream out for help, I stayed silent.
A man approached Sam, lifting her dress. Running a hand across what had once been the waistband of her nylons, “Excellent, total nylonification and enslavement in under an hour. The new formula speeds up the process considerably.
"Yes,"” the limo driver responded” none that I could observe. The new formula met all expectations. These units are ready for sale.”
The man turned and approached approached me “Still resisting I see, she’ll make an excellent pleasure unit. Don’t worry little one, very soon all of your worries will drift away. You will be happy to serve your new master, pleasuring him with your nylon covered body. Now, let’s be a good girl and give in.” With every last ounce of my remaining will, I tried to resist, but the man's hand running between my hosed thighs was more than I could withstand. My breathing became shallow and my head snapped to attention, a smile coming across her face.
As the man took a call, the only thought in my mind was, " Nylon is wonderful, nylon is great, I am its slave, I obey, I obey."
