Mistress Dyvia
Turbulence
Nov 19, 2022
On an overseas flight. The plane hits turbulence, the oxygen masks deploy, and things change... quickly.
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Rules for the Passengers. (a little different than you are used to)
1). If you have a small paper bag, such as one for lunch, go get it. When our protagonists start breathing through their masks, so should you. You may stop at the first hour.
2) Air Dyvia will not be responsible for any items or personal belongings left on the plane, including cellphones, wedding bands, electronic devices, sexual orientation or masculinity.
3) You will follow all rules by the captain, or a flight attendant might throw you out of the plane without a parachute.
4) Any complaints about your vacation to Lala can be made in writing to mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com, but please remember, if you drank too much, we are not responsible for a lack of memories. (In the form of a complaint or compliment, tell me about your flight or vacation once you are done, any first person accounts should be one sentence, you'll know what it is.)
5) In the event of a traumatic experiences, we will happily provide psychiatric support (we’ll make you forget)
6) Remember, what happens in Lala, stays in Lala.
Enjoy.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
Turbulence
by: Mistress Dyvia
Synopsis: On an overseas flight. The plane hits turbulence, the oxygen masks deploy, and things change… quickly.
An artificial island that was supposed to be the most amazing vacation spot in the world. The only real rule was the one that Vegas always taunted; what happens in Lala, stays in Lala. Everyone wanted to go, if for no other reason, no one knew what it was like other than the fact it was a tropical resort. If you met someone who went there, they would tell you it was amazing, ask them what it was like, they’ll just say, ‘what happens in Lala, stays in Lala…’ even the people who went here with the sole determination to tell everyone about the place, came back with that mentality..
So this is Artie and Miranda, a lovely couple who have saved up for the flight and passed the test to qualify for a tourist visa.. It was their first time, they couldn’t exactly afford the first class, nor the expensive suites at the resort, but damn, they were able to afford a package for two.
Artie did not like to fly, he was anxious and convinced the plane would crash any minute. This wasn't unusual, he felt this way and this was every single time he went on vacation. Miranda on the other hand, loved to fly, there was nothing wrong with it, and she loved the feeling in her belly when the engine made the plane accelerate just before take off…
Today was no different. They checked their luggage and they also had a couple carry-ons and made their way to the terminal. Miranda played with her handheld video game while Artie read a book on his app. And right on time, a woman at the counter called for the first class to board the plane, and they did. Then the groups started with ‘A’ right up to Artie and Miranda’s group.
They each placed a small bag in the overhead compartment and a small bag under their seat. Artie noticed a group of about 12 women in the last two rows all dressed in identical black scrubs. They seemed all business-like, having no interest in what was happening or where they were going…
There was a young man sitting next to them, he looked at them, “First time?”
Miranda answered, “Yes!, how about you?”
He shrugged, “My third time.”
Artie had to ask, “So now that we are going, what’s it like? Surely you can tell us now?”
He laughed, “What happens in Lala, stays in Lala.”
The flight took off, Artie white-knuckled his chair while Miranda "wee’d!" in delight. But once they were up there, things relaxed a bit.
Both Miranda and Artie laughed at the expected response. About an hour into their flight just as they were getting over the ocean, there was an announcement about turbulence. Moments later, the plane shook violently.
Artie let out a gasp, Miranda took his arm gently. “It's okay.” she pointed to the three flight attendants who were busy gossiping away in their seats, “it may be a rough ride now, but as long as they are calm and comfy, you have nothing to worry about.” Then there was a big bounce, and the three attendants shut up, and started double checking their own safety belts.
Miranda started looking nervous at that, and then Artie was more scared than ever. The captain’s voice came on, “I’m sure it's nothing, but we are going to drop the air masks on everyone. If you could please pull them around your head, and breathe slow deep breaths, I’m sure we’ll be fine in just a minute. There was no decompression, but Artie was too freaked out about what was happening. He felt movement around his head, he looked over and Miranda already had hers on, and then was putting his on for him.
The captain’s voice spoke again, “Just breathe deeply and you’ll be fine.”
Miranda and Artie both found themselves relaxing despite what was happening, and the plane seemed to level out. Everything seemed so calm and relaxing to the passengers. The captain’s voice came on, “Alright, flight attendants you may remove your masks at this time. They did.
“First class passengers, we are resuming normal Lala operations at this time, and you may remove your masks.” a small delay, “All other passengers, we will need you to keep your mask in place. The attendants will give you further instructions as needed.”
The First Hour:
Artie:
Arthur inhaled deep and slow breaths as he was told. Each breath made him feel lighter, both mentally and physically. His hair lengthened while he stared ahead in blissful ignorance.
Each breath seemed to make his body hair disappear, though in truth it was falling out of his follicles. His skin started becoming softer and smoother, even his former rough hands had become soft and delicate. His nails grew so very fast.
But even on a more noticeable stage he was oblivious, his ass grew bigger, firmer as his waist shrunk. Every breath made his chest expand, though he was unaware, and a single breath was unnoticeable, by the end of the first hour, he had breasts that were roughly the size of his head.
His face had feminized as well, and, though he wore no makeup, he was very attractive, and his eyes had changed to a shade of pink.
As the hour was drawing to a close, the relaxed and blissful Artie barely noticed one of the women in black scrubs stepped in front of him and cut away his clothes. He was completely unaware that his penis was missing, and there was a fully formed vagina between his legs. And he barely noticed as the woman in black put noise-canceling headphones over his ears, then pulled down a speaker from the side of the headphones to put near to the mask, placing a speaker near his mouth.. And lastly she flipped a transparent visor over his eyes…
Though he could see the seat in front of him, a visage of a woman appeared in front of him, “Hello Arthur, I am your AI trainer and I am here to get you ready for Lala. Everything I do or say will help you learn what you need to learn. First and foremost you must forget everything you thought you knew of who and what you were. Your name is Luna, and you are and always have been a woman. I need you to say it.”
And Luna spoke, “My name is Luna and I am and always have been a woman.”
Miranda
Miranda had continued to inhale the gas as well. Her mind was numb and blissful, she felt relaxed and open. Her body was relaxed, but like Artie, every breath she inhaled of the gas was changing her.
Her hair thickened and lengthened, though it might not be instantly noticeable, if she had her mind about her, simply running her hand through it would have shown her a huge difference. Her body hair also rejected her body hair below her neck, though as she regularly shaved her legs, pits and crotch, they might not have been instantly noticeable, but the soft peach hair on her arms other places… seemingly disappeared.
Also like Artie, her breasts got bigger, she went from smaller, but perky breasts to large breasts each about the size of her head. She may have been alarmed over that hour except she was kept in a perfectly happy daze due to the gas mask.
If she had been going to the gym everyday for the past month, she wouldn’t have been able to get the ass and abs she got simply by inhaling the gas…her waist got tiny, her ass grew firm and tight as she quickly developed a six pack where her abs less than an hour before were simply , ‘slim.’
One breath after another and her face changed slightly, her lips became thicker, and more pouty, while her cheeks seemed to lift, and her eyes, like Artie's, took a pink hue.
Right around the time the first hour was up, a woman in black came near her with scissors and started snipping her clothes and pulled the pieces off until she sat there naked. Then she put a headset over Miranda’s ears, connected the mouth piece to her mask, and pulled down a visor…
A picture of a woman appeared in front of her, “Hello Miranda, I am your AI trainer and I am here to get you ready for Lala. Everything I do or say will help you learn what you need to learn. First and foremost you must forget everything you thought you knew of who and what you were. Your name is Ruby, it has always been that. I need you to say it.”
Ruby spoke, “My name is Ruby, it has always been that.”
The Second hour
Luna
The second hour had Luna learning about her new history. The AI started with simple questions and adjusted answers.
“Luna, have you come to Lala with anybody?”
Luna of course nodded, and haphazardly said, “Yes, Miranda.”
The AI had to fix that, “You don’t know a ‘Miranda,’ you are here by yourself. Say it.”
“I don’t know a ‘Miranda,’ I am here by myself.”
“Luna, my scan shows that you are wearing a male wedding band, why?”
Luna of course looked at it, “I’m not sure, I’m not a man, and I’m not married…” there was hesitation in her voice, she couldn’t remember anyone specific, but maybe she was married?
But the AI helped her, “No, you are not married. Say it.”
And Luna repeated, “No, I am not married.”
“Then you should discard your wedding band into the bag marked, ‘Arthur.’ Luna complied. Then the AI continued, “You have come to Lala to live out some very sexual and depraved fantasies… say it.”
“I have come to Lala to live out some very sexual and depraved fantasies.” Luna parroted.
“Have you ever sucked a cock, Luna?” the AI asked.
“No, I don’t like men.” Luna responded.
“You love men, Luna, you can’t wait to suck as many cocks as you can. Repeat it.” the AI instructed.
“I love men, I can’t wait to suck as many cocks as I can.”
The AI continued. “Open your mouth.” and when Luna did, a spray of something from the back of the mask squirted into Luna’s mouth. “Do you know what this is?”
“No,” Luna said, her expression clear that she did not like the taste or texture.
“It simulates the taste, smell and consistency of male ejaculate, or cum, or jizz… You love this flavor, it is addictive, you want more. Say it.”
Luna repeated, “I love the flavor of jizz, it is addictive, and I want more.”
And so the hour continued changing Luna’s sexual desires and preferences…
Ruby
Ruby listened, much like Luna had, as the AI questioned her and corrected her mis-truths and misconceptions about herself. The AI started with, “Ruby, have you come to Lala with anybody?”
Ruby responded with, “Yes, my husband Artie.”
“Do you have any proof that he is your husband?”
“My wedding band.” she answered.
“Place your wedding band in the bag in front of you that is labeled, Miranda.’” Ruby struggled for a moment, but pulled the two rings off her finger and placed them in the bag. The AI continued, “You are not married, you do not know anyone by the name of ‘Artie.’ You came here alone. Say it.”
Ruby repeated the words, “I am not married, I do not know anyone by the name of ‘Artie.’ I came here alone.”
“What is your sexual orientation, Ruby?”
“Straight.”
“No, Ruby, you are a lesbian. That’s why you have come here, you want to sleep with women, they are so soft, beautiful, and hot. You find it hard not to stare at sexy women’s asses, breasts and figures.… You constantly fantasize about having your face buried in some hot rich woman’s pussy. Say it.”
Ruby repeated the words, “I am a lesbian. That’s why I came to Lala, to sleep with women… They are so soft, beautiful, and hot. I find it hard not to stare at sexy women’s asses, breasts, and figures… I constantly fantasize about having my face buried in some hot, rich woman’s pussy.
And so the second hour continued for Ruby, changing her history, her views on sexuality, who she found attractive and her fantasies about what she wanted to do as soon as the opportunity arrived in Lala…
Third Hour
Luna
Luna accepted the reprogramming, and couldn’t wait to suck a cock. She loved the look, shape, and taste of a penis and the cum that could and would taste so good. She now had fantasies of sucking a cock, swallowing it, having sprayed on her face.
A few moments later one of the women in black placed a phallus on her lap.
The AI trainer, told her to open it, bring down the tray from the seat behind her and suction the toy to the tray. Luna of course did exactly as she was told. And before she knew it there was a fake penis standing erect just for her inches away from her mouth… and all she wanted to do was take that fucking sexy monster down the back of her throat.
The AI continued, “There are sensors in the cock in front of you. Green means you are overstimulating it, and it could cum any moment…, yellow means you are constantly pleasuring it, red means you are causing pain. And purple means you are keeping it on the edge, about to cum, but never quite making it. Do you understand?”
Luna silently nodded her head, but also answered verbally, “Yes. Suck the cock, if it turns green I’m overstimulating it. If it turns yellow, I am giving it pleasure. If it turns red I’m causing pain, and if it turns purple I am edging it.”
The Ai complimented her, “Very Good, Luna. Would you like to practice now?”
“Yes.”
“Please begin.” the AI instructed.
Luna found her lips tracing over. It. and a meter appeared on her visor, and she found that different ways made it change colors, luckily red only seemed to happen if she used too much teeth. So she started giving the fake penis her first blow job. This took up nearly her whole hour. Keeping it in the yellow for nearly forty minutes before being encouraged to bring it to purple and holding it there for an additional fifteen. She was rewarded with multiple squirts of the delicious liquid to the back of her throat.
Ruby
Ruby on the other hand, had to learn more practical skills. She had no idea how to even flirt with another woman. It was easy when the pressure was all on the man, she could tease him and he would get more bold. But with women, it was more of an ebb and flow. Give and take.
And she spent time learning ways to practice. Learning how to introduce herself, tease, and withdraw, see if there was preening or a similar body language teased back. For the first time in her life she would have to take at least half of the initiative, introductions were easy. Flirt a little, and stop, let the other woman question whether it was flirting or not, let her reciprocate with flirty and encouraging body language, or make a gesture of her own to bring her back in.
It was more than she was used to. The AI went over several back and forth, plenty of flirtatious scenarios until she was getting all the responses correct. Until she was learning them as an instinct.
The final on, was perfect. “In this scenario, you see a woman you like at a bar. What do you do?”
Ruby responded, “Hi, I’m Ruby, that drink looks tasty. What is it?”
The AI responded with a flirty voice, “A Sex on the Beach.”
Ruby giggled, “I could go for one of those.” A pause, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude.”
The AI picked up on it, “No, it's fine, I feel the same way!”
With a warm smile, Ruby added, “But you have one in your hand.”
And the AI added, “I wasn’t talking about the drink.”
Ruby giggled, “Well I’m here and the beach is over there.”
A ding sounded suggesting that she was finished with that test.
When it came to love making, she was offered an oral test, and The AI decided she did not need further instruction as he was well acclimated to the erogenous zones of women, and how to properly stimulate them…
Luna
The AI trainer asked Luna, “What is your favorite color?”
“Green.” she responded.
“Your favorite color is Red, and the only thing that makes red better is if you are wearing it and it is paired with black.” A Pause separated her next comment, “What is your favorite color?”
Luna answered, “Red, especially if I'm wearing it and it is paired with black.
Many questions were asked like that, and corrected and she learned that she preferred a higher heel to a lower, stilettos to chunky heels, she preferred brighter colored makeup to lighter. She liked shiny lips to matte. She loved dresses that showed off her thighs, she loved low backs and and loved wearing clothes that made men look at her.
And as the hour continued she had developed a new style that was all her own.
Ruby
The AI asked her, “What is your favorite color?”
Ruby replied, “Mauve.”
The AI corrected, “No your favorite color is Magenta, though you tell everyone this in confidence telling them that it is blue in public. Repeat.”
Ruby repeated, “My favorite color is magenta, though I tell everyone this in confidence and tell people that it is blue in public.”
The AI confirmed, “That is correct. As a newer lesbian you find yourself a bit embarrassed being too girly, but you do really like shades of pink.
“I really do like shades of pink, but I don’t want people to think I’m too girly”
And much like Luna, Ruby learned her new style. She was a proud lesbian, so she preferred wearing clothes with rainbow colors on them to advertise to other women. She sometimes wore heels, sometimes sandals, if she wore heels she liked chunky heels, they were easier to walk in, and seemed less like she was trying to grab a man’s attention, but the things it did for her legs, might still get another woman’s.
She liked wearing clothes that emphasized her overall figure more than specific attributes. She preferred softer colors of makeup that brought out her natural beauty over colors that drastically changed the way she looked. She didn’t like her nails too long, it got in the way of being functional, but a little length still let her have fun and look good too.
Luna and Ruby
Over the next few hours the economy class passengers learned more about themselves. Their interests, their educational background, their hopes, dreams, personalities, and even what kind of pets they preferred.
As they reached Lala airspace, every single woman that wasn’t wearing a flight attendant's uniform or black scrubs had become a completely different woman from the man or woman that sat in that seat 12 hours earlier.
Artie and Miranda were looking to have some fun as a husband and Wife should at a tropical resort. Luna and Ruby on the other hand, were a couple of singles looking to meet new sexual partners and party like it was 1999!
Landing:
The captain came on the PA. “We are arriving in Lala in about one hour. At this time, we ask all of our economy guests to please put their clothes back on, make sure your makeup and hair is immaculate and get ready to enjoy the beautiful beaches, nightclubs and resorts. The cabin full of women all ‘wooed.’ The women in black started passing out small bags to the women. Luna opened hers, it was a red bikini with a black stripe, a pair of matching high heels and a loose fitting T-shirt. She put them on, and found the word, ‘CumSlut’ written across her chest. That brought a smile to her face, the men would be all over her.
Ruby looked inside to find a rainbow colored bikini with a tie-dye T-shirt with lots of colors. She loved it. It screamed lesbian pretty well and she was hoping to find another on the beaches soon, she hated being single on vacations like this.
She looked to the girl on her left, “Hi, I’m Ruby!”
The woman turned, “I’m Luna, Nice to meet you.” The two women had no idea that they were married, let alone to each other. The third woman in their row was dressed in a black leather bikini, clearly not meant for swimming, and no t-shirt, just a collar and leash with the word, ‘Slave’ written across her collar.
When they touched down, the first class was let out first, and they were led through the economy class. They walked extra slow and every single one of them seemed to look at each of them. Luna found herself flirting with every damn one of the men, and was barely aware that that girl next to her, Ruby was flirting with the women. That third girl didn’t even bother making eye contact with anyone.
Epilogue:
Artie and Miranda had been home for a couple days. They were going back to work the next day and decided to go have a final night out at their favorite restaurant. Janice, their server, was a friend on social media. “Hey, how's my favorite couple?”
“Great and how are you?”
“Good, good, she answered, barely concerned for herself, but eager to gossip, “And how was your trip?”
Artie shrugged, “it was fantastic, the best vacation I’ve ever had.
Miranda added, “Can’t wait to go back next year!”
“Oh my gosh… really? How was Lala, what exactly was it like?” she asked them.
They looked at each other. They barely remembered the flight at all, they started drinking heavily. Neither of them remembered much at all, both vaguely remembering kinky sex, but it was all really hazy for both of them. But they looked up at Janice with a smile and said in unison, “What happens in Lala, stays in Lala.” and the three laughed together.
So I know what you are thinking: What about the male play things, are there any of those at Lala? Of course, that was just a later flight! Men became hot men, and so did the women. Himbos galore! Oh, that’s not what you were thinking? I was wrong. I guess you’ll just have to ask me.
At this point you can tell me about your experience, either tell me your fictionalized recollection of your time in Lala or its flight… or you can always let me know what you thought of this story.
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