There, now she was ready for the suit.
Her hands seemed to move on their own, as she picked the suit from her bed, it's opening in front of her. She gripped the edges and pulled them apart. The interior was pitch-black, though she could swear that it sometimes glistened like a liquid. The way the suit's opening was positioned meant that it was best to put it on feet first. Ann leaned down a bit and lifted her leg, lining it up with the opening of the suit. Shaking with excitement, she pushed it inside.
Her foot slid down the cool hole, lightly stretching the pant leg. Idly, Ann wondered how Eddie could fit inside the suit if she was stretching it already. Once her foot was completely inside she flexed it a bit, to get the fabric settled. She had to correct herself, too. It didn't feel like silk anymore. It was too silk as silk was too coarse linen. It clung to her leg softly, like a lover's caress and she nearly lost her balance, as she hurried her other foot inside. Once both her legs were firmly encased in the strange suit she pulled it up to her hips. Ann was squirming.
The feeling the suit provided was amazing and she was now cursing her thought of not going fully naked. Maybe keeping them on wasn't the best idea, Ann thought
Nothing to be done about that.
Feeling slightly giddy, she pushed her left hand inside, quickly finding the corresponding sleeve. Ann found herself enjoying this thoroughly, no longer surprised by the sensations the material was causing. Without thinking about it, she stretched the opening and slid her right hand in just the same. Both hands slipped into the integrated gloves easily, as if someone held them open. The gloves clung tightly; tighter than she was expecting, even. Despite that, she could move both her hands and their fingers as freely as before. Even medical gloves were more constricting. Gripping the edge of the suit, she pulled it over her shoulders. Instantly, her upper body was hidden from the view, only her head and a thin strip at the back remained visible.
Once covered up to her neck Ann tried to press out some of the folds and wrinkles. She frowned when she realized that she couldn't smooth over all of them. The suit was obviously meant for a different body type. It hung loosely around her hips, thighs, shoulders, and arms. Clearly, it was meant for someone with more muscle tone than skinny Ann Weying. There was also that strange feeling of disconnect around her chest and crotch, where she was still wearing her undergarments. That only deepened her frown. She had decided to not go naked in order to avoid feeling odd. The woman hadn't expected the opposite to happen. And now that she was inside it, Ann noticed that the gloves were tailored strangely. The fingers were ending in sharp points, which hung loosely from the tips of her fingers because she had normal fingers, not claws. And the shoes were every bit as flat and uncomfortable as she first assumed.
All in all, Ann was confused. On the one hand, the suit felt divine on her skin, while on the other hand, it was clearly not a great fit. Peering into the nearby mirror, she almost looked comical, the way the suit hung from her thin frame.
A look into the mirror again revealed, that the costume still looked off, despite feeling incredible. As Ann continued to examine herself, she found herself blinking in shock. The fabric itself appeared to shift and move on its own, flowing around her.
"What on Earth?!" Ann thought allowed to herself, shocked by the whole situation.
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