Choosing his first latex catsuit

"Oh… uh, I don’t actually own any latex yet…" he admitted, red faced with embarrassment.

The Matron put one hand on her hips and tilted her head to one side, starting for a moment before coming to some realization and laughing that intoxicating laugh.

"Let me guess: you thought your odds of having someone in real life to share your fetish with were so bad, you didn’t buy anything on the off chance an opportunity presented itself?"

Alex blushed a deeper red and felt so embarrassed he tore his eyes away from the latex goddess in front of him and stared at the floor. But instead of ridicule or condescension, the matron took his hands and wrapped them around her waist, pointedly placing his palms on her latex-covered butt and pressing her breasts against his chest. After ensuring both of Alex’s hands were indeed firmly gripping her ass, the rubber goddess cupped his jaw in her hands and firmly pressed her lips to his. Alex’s disbelief increased even further when the Matron’s tongue ventured into his mouth and began a delicate dance with his own.

Finally their mouths parted, and Alex gasped for air. The latex goddess smiled a genuine smile.

"Have I convinced you that I want you yet? Luckily for you, I have many wardrobes of catsuits and latex attire for you to choose from. Whatever you choose will be yours to keep, forever, no matter what happens. Consider it a vote of confidence!"

Alex gulped, forcing down protestations of unworthiness and insecurity with great effort. If this woman was willing to just gift him hundreds of dollars of expensive fetish clothing, at the very least he could refrain from trying to argue with her over whether he deserved it. You just didn’t argue with a woman who wanted to stick her tongue down your throat if you wanted her to continue sticking her tongue down your throat.

The Matron led Alex to a large room filled with rubber clothing, just off the foyer and before the primary entrance to the main part of the clubhouse. Inside were racks upon racks of latex clothing, in nearly every conceivable size and color.

"I’ll give you time to try some things on and see what feels right to you. Take your time, I want to see the real Alex when you emerge!"

The Matron gave Alex a kiss on the lips and departed, leaving him to his task of coming though endless varieties of colors and finishes, cuts and trims, as well as a variety of thickness of the material.

Which of all these choices was the most…”Alex”?