Ahemmm yeah, you can call me she-venom, ann replied and rushed up the wall. She still wanted to make sure that the police would do their job properly.
Using the rooftop edge for cover, she waited for the cops to arrive. Two cars came into her view and stopped at the alley, tipped off by the body of the soiled thug lying at its entrance. Four officers got out and Ann sighed in relief.
The excitement of the night was finally taking its toll on Miss Weying. She decided to make her way home. This day had turned from depressing into unforgettable, but Ann needed to sleep a bit. Getting her bearings, she thought about the quickest route home and broke into a run.
The trip back to Ann's apartment was as much of an adrenalin rush as her tour through Manhattan. She kept the swinging down low. Staying below the rooftops was a lot more innocuous. She had had enough violence for one evening. Though, it had been very satisfying to give those three degenerates a taste of their own medicine. It also filled the often insecure woman with a sense of pride she had unknowingly missed for some time.
Her apartment quickly came into view and Ann started to slow down a bit, savoring the last stretch. When she left she had been nervous about jumping from one wall to another. Now she was swinging between skyscrapers and performing summersaults across alleys. Still, she could feel that there was room to grow. For all the help and direction the suit was providing, it couldn't replace actual experience. Already she was a lot more secure in her movements than earlier that evening.
Soon Ann was on the roof of her apartment building and climbing down the wall. That was another part Ann was still fumbling at. To any potential observers, she wouldn't appear to be anything less than graceful in her descent, but she noticed her hands and feet were sometimes searching for holds when she didn't need any. It was hard to simply discard everything she had once considered important about climbing. When Ann arrived at her balcony, she decided that next time she would try to climb down hands first. While not normal, it felt weird doing it the regular way now.
The door inside was of course still unlocked and Ann softly pushed it open. Just as she entered her bedroom, her sight swam, and lost focus. One moment she was inside her apartment, the next it seemed like she was crawling through a lawn during a furious storm at night. Before Ann could get her bearings straight, she could see herself somewhere else. She was at the wheel of a car, driving somewhere and listening to the news. Again everything shifted and Ann was walking away from a desk inside a familiar lobby towards an elevator. Her arm was raised and she could make out a watch showing that it was late morning.
Ann was back inside her apartment. She wasn't as disoriented as last time she had seen these visions or memories, but then the entire experience was also much shorter this time. She wasn't sure what she had just witnessed, but it seemed all rather trivial to her. The way these visions came without warning and would leave her dazed was disconcerting. For some strange reason, she felt that it would be alright. She'd worry about that when it happened. For now, she'd just have to be a bit less carefree the next time she'd go out for a little joyride. And there would be a next time, hopefully right after work on the next day.
Ann was now puzzled as to how to get out of her suit. She switched on the light, not really necessary since the suit seemed to improve her sight. But maybe the mechanism to open it was cleverly hidden. Neither light nor mirror helped her find some seam or opening, however. The suit covered her head to toe, just like she first had concluded. When putting on the suit, taking it off hadn't even crossed her mind. She had been swept away by the excitement of the moment.
The suit listens to my thought and follow them so I should order it to remove the suit, ann thought
Just as she was getting worked up about her situation, the fabric started to flow again.
The first thing Ann noticed was that the hood receded and left her entire head free. The same happened to the gloves and boots. They just rolled up into nothing, exposing her arms and bare legs. This continued until there was left only a pair of satin bra and panties, she wore earlier. It settled briefly. Ann purred at the downright seductive touch of the fabric, enjoying how it covered her crotch and chest.
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