I saw these pictures on the internet where girls had zippers holding their vagina's closed. Many were obviously fake, of course, but for some reason the image stuck with me. One day, I was at the mall on my day off looking for something special to surprise my boyfriend with for date night, when I passed the curtained booth that was said to house the Chair that could change people's bodies in wondrous ways. I'd read stories of woman who had gotten the boobjobs of their dreams for a couple bucks sitting in the Chair a few times to get all the details 'just right'. Maybe I could get one of those pussy-zippers for real. I mean, it's not like it's permanent or anything I can sit in the Chair again and get rid of it.

That's what I told myself As I entered anyway. Little did I know this one small act would trigger a chain of events that would change my life forever...

It looked like a blocky old fashioned Dentist's Chair, no where near as special as the rumors claimed. Shrugging I sit down and drop my change into the coin slot until I hear a ding and a really cool holographic keyboard and screen come to life in front of me. Taking a deep breath I type *Fuse my outer vaginal lips with a zipper like on my jeans* and press enter.

Before I can even breathe this... shield pops out of the Chair and covers my crotch, trapping me in the Chair. Then I can feel it doing... things to me down there. I can't follow any specific sensations to know what's happening, but it feels good. Like a really good tease. But Just as I start moan and enjoy the feelings it stops and the shield thing disappears back into the Chair.

I feel... different down there. Just as I start to try to explore I hear people outside, entering the booth. I get and blow past the pair running for the nearest bathroom. I sit in the first unoccupied stall I can find and lock the door. I notice my fly is sitting a little odd. When I move it to look the zipper is gone from my jeans. Could it be? Did it really? I unbutton my jeans and drop them to my knees. My lacy pink panties are still there snug against my mound, undamaged. Nervously, I drop them too and catch a glint of metal. There it is, the missing zipper from my jeans, holding my pussy lips closed. I take hold of the slider and shiver with pleasure. I can feel my fingers touching the metal, not just through my fingers. Through the metal! I slowly slide the zipper down, feeling my pussy lips part slightly as it does. I can honestly say it was one of most erotic things I'd ever felt.

After a little more exploration and confirming the metal teeth are securely bonded to my outer lips, I zipped myself back up. Pulled my panties and jeans back up. Then hurried home, to change into something not missing a zipper. And hope my boyfriend likes my surprise.

In the morning we looked up zippers on the internet and after hours of debating which materials would be least likely harm D's precious cock and still give me the feelings I want, we settled on bright green latex rubber material. Something that will operate as a zipper, have the eye catching appearance I wanted, hopefully feel nice and be safe around his cock.

Unfortunately, we both had work to get to, so we agreed he would pick me right after and we would go the Mall and I would sit in the Chair and make the change. I kissed D goodbye with a promise to not be late and went to work. I worked in customer service at a large company, I know ugh awful, right? But my best friend, let's call her M, also worked there in IT, so it wasn't so bad. We would often find time to talk and share all the sorted details of what we'd been up to. I told her about my pussy zipper and she was like, 'that is so cool!'.

And what a test it was. I must have cum at least half a dozen times and D twice. And a least two of those times were just from my zipper being played with. D claimed my now rubber zippered pussy not only felt safer, it felt better than before I had zipper down there. That pretty settled things, It was definitely here to stay.

But won't you know it, in just a few days I was sitting in the Chair again contemplating another change with D at my side.
"I know I said I missed the metallic shimmer, but you sure a nose ring the way to go?" I asked.
"You're the one that suggested it, but yeah. I'm sure it'll look super cute. Remember it's real easy to get rid of too. Tell you what, my buddy told me about this special command that would allow me to do all inputting for you." D offered with a smile.
"I... Sure if you're certain it's safe." I agreed. I typed *Authorize current guest for user input* under D's direction. He made it seem like a such a favor to me at the time, I had no idea what I was really doing at the time. I still don't know nor do I want to know, if he had things planned all the back then.
D typed something, I don't remember all the details, but soon a much smaller thing popped out of the Chair and covered my nose, trapping my head as it went to work. I walked out of the booth with shiny new nose ring, that wasn't just a nose ring. I could feel it like the zipper.

The next day at work I had time to talk with M again. I told her how happy I was with D and all the cool things we had and could do with the Chair. I was so distracted I almost didn't notice how M was looking a bit different herself. M's skin was perfectly smooth, unnaturally so. When I asked about it, she told me she sat in the Chair and had it changed/coated with a super thin layer of plastic. And was planning to go back and make more changes to herself. Her partners were considering a radical change of their own.

Starting just below my eyes down to my chin, pretty much my entire face was erased. The only feature left besides my eyes is an uncomfortably familiar looking bright green zipper. I reach out slowly to touch it, already pretty sure what I'll find.

Even so, the intensity of the sensation surprises me. I would have moaned rather lewdly if I still had vocal chords. I feel down my neck, though I know I am different there is little external indications of what was changed inside. Bracing myself, I grab the slider resting where my nose should have been and resisting the pleasure I slowly pull it down. Behind the zipper, as I'm sure you know by now, is a moist toothless, tongueless passage. One nearly identical to the other between my legs owing for minor differences due to location. Wait! Is it just very similar or was it moved?! I pat my crotch and was relieved to find I still had a zippered pussy down there too.

Just after I finish zipping up my face D comes in. "Oh babe you're up. I wanted to break the surprise to you in a gentle way. How do you like it?"
Not entirely sure I hated it, but I certain I didn't like how it was sprung on me, I give D an angry look and shrug.
He then cups my cheek in such a tender manner it made it that much harder to stay angry, "Okay, I understand. When you're ready we can go back to the chair and restore your default form. But I did talk with your boss and secured you some extra paid vacation time so we could have fun exploring your new anatomy." As he talked he started gently stroking my new zipper and it felt so good I was putty in his hands.

The next day I waved to D as he dropped me off at M's. I went to the door quickly, still very self conscious of the bright green zipper on my face, that replaced my mouth and nose. I knock and M calls, "Hello, is that you ****?" I initially try to shout a reply before remembering I can't talk anymore. After a heavy internal sigh I pull out my phone and text her <Yeah, I'm at your front door.> A minute later M calls again, "You can come in. The door's unlocked. But you better have a good reason why you're not talking to me girl." I open the door and head towards the kitchen thinking this is going to get annoying fast if I have to text everything I want to say.

In the Kitchen M is standing at their center island chopping veggies for a fancy dinner. I sit on one of the bar stools on the other side and wait for her to look up. M is looking quite beautiful with her flawless plastic like skin and slender graceful arms. She gasps and demands and explanation as soon as she sees my face. About two minutes into attempt to explain via many, many texts, M stops me and directs me to a wipe board nearby to use instead. Which does help speed things up significantly. M is a good friend and she 'listens' to my story asking a few clarifying questions. When I'm done M suggests, "If you're really concerned about not being able to talk and those weird headaches you should go to the mall and have the Chair restore your Original form. You can always re-add the modifications you like in few days after you feel better. If D doesn't understand, I'll explain it to him. If he still doesn't get it, he's not worth it. You can borrow my car, the keys are in a drawer next to the door."

I blush at M's assertion, D could be pushy at times but I really liked him, but we had been together for too long for me to just walk away. As I got to go for the car keys I realized something, M had yet to take a single step from the spot I found her in more than an hour ago. I turned back and walked around to her side of the island. What I saw nearly floored me. M had no legs. Her hips were just empty, in there place a metal stand came from her completely smooth groin keeping her up. M smiled, "I wondered when you would notice. Cool huh." She said reaching down to rub the mannequin like joints where her legs should have been. "I was actually planning to get this made permanent as soon as my Partners came home. But if you can take me to mall with you, It'll save a trip and kill two birds with one stone."

My lack of voice saved me from babbling like a fool until it all sunk in. Ten minutes later I had carried M into the car and we were headed to the mall. It was there that the disturbing revelations came. Had that trip not happened, or M's partners taken both the cars I might not have learned the truth until too late.

I'll spare you the gory details, but suffice to say it was a conversation neither of us will forget. I am glad M's partners, S, came along, they were the ones who thought to bring along a recording device. By the end of the night after a little (literal) arm twisting D had confessed to the whole thing. He and a couple of rich 'friends' were using me as a kind of experiment, trying to create sex slaves using the Chair. A few more changes and I might have been to physically altered to resist. The next day we went to the police. D and his 'friends' were promptly arrested and questioned.

That was about two months ago now, a lot has happened but it's relatively calm now. At first the police were confused and unsure how to proceed, clearly a crime had been committed but what was it exactly? Things were up in the air for a while, until one of the rich friends turned on the others. Still it doesn't seem likely they will be spending extended time in prison. But the civil action I brought against the lot of them will definitely leave a mark. One has settled already resulting in a six figure payout. When it's over I'll be worth millions. I already plan to give more than half of it away, to help other abused woman and provide legal services to those adversely impacted by the Chair.

M is now almost completely made of living plastic. If fact she has a new job working as a mannequin at the Mall. I hear she's not the only one, so if think that mannequin is watching you or just winked at you, you might be right. We're still best friends and talk whenever we have the time.

S is a wonderful person. They even have only one head now. The only way to tell them apart from any other person that has spent a lot of days sitting in the Chair is by the way they talk. Referring to themselves with the plural 'we' all the time. I hear they starting dating other people again. Which I guess is understandable as they have only one body and M lacks any sexual equipment these days. But they all seem so happy with what the Chair brought them. Their care and support has been invaluable in coming to terms with my own situation.

After several trips the Mall and a lot of hours of research I managed to get my mouth nearly the way it was. But that was almost more a curse than a blessing. I still couldn't talk, because my 'Default' form lacked a mouth or any other way to vocalize, after several weeks and numerous times sitting in the Chair, My brain forgot how. I was worse than a baby trying to learn for the first time. I saw a speech therapist and was told in few years after lots of hard work I would be able to speak again, but I wouldn't sound like I did. I probably would never sound 'normal' again. After a lot tears and some hard thinking I decided to go back to the Zipper. I don't think of it as a symbol of what I lost, but of what I survived and as a reminder to be smart and strong. Besides I have this cool app on my phone that let's me 'talk' like that wheelchair physicist guy.

So, That's my story. I hope you get something positive from it. I've finally started feeling confident enough to put myself out there again. I'm still a little wary of the Chair, but I don't blame it or whomever sent it here. I'm going back to college to finish my degree soon. I'll be hard to miss with the bright green zipper in middle of my face. If you see me in class feel free to say 'hi'. I'd love to hear your stories too.