Clothing Store!

Passing all these latex clad citizens has inspired you, you have to try this stuff on for yourself!! You look dead ahead and spot a giant electric billboard with a model wrapped in latex on, and a sign, ‘Elegant Latex Designs’. That’s gotta be the best spot to go. You head in, nearly overwhelmed by what you see: a giant store with rows and rows of latex on racks. Nearly every color and style you could imagine stands before you. You barely contain yourself, practically drooling at the sight before realizing; you’ve never actually *worn* latex before.

Sure, you’ve done tons of…. let’s call it “research” on women in latex fashion, but never envisioned it on yourself before moving to Paradise City. You must have looked visibly confused, and within a few moments of pondering, a sales associate of the store comes up to you and with a peppy tone asks you “hello ma’am! anything I can help you with today?” You quickly shake off the dumb look on your face and look to your left to answer the lady talking to you, and you see a short, pretty brunette dressed in the store’s fashion: a slick white latex catsuit covers her body, her hair in a ponytail, accessorizing with black gloves and a pair of black high heel boots going to her mid-calf. She looks so hot, you have to contain getting flustered.

You answer her truthfully “yeah I’ll be honest… I just moved here, I’ve never worn latex, and I have no idea where to start.” You’re embarrassed to sound so inexperienced, usually you’re so well-rounded when it comes to sexuality, hell, you even have a closet full of just lingerie back home. she giggles for a brief moment, before looking you up and down, biting her lip. “wow, you’re telling me I get to dress such a gorgeous tall specimen like you?” You can’t help but blush at her bold attitude. “y-yeah I guess so, I uh-“ she cuts you off quickly. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll find something perfect for you! I’m Taylor by the way! okay let’s go, Come along now” she says as she walks off into the store. You follow her.

Rows of rows of clothing passes you, and you’re truly in awe at the selection. Any article of clothing you could imagine they have in latex form. And not even skintight, they have hoodies and sweatpants and shirts, anything you could conceive of!

She walks you over to a little dressing area with mirrors, and inspects you once again. “Hmm… you make quite the cute goth, so I think I know what colours work best for you… Okay hold on.” She walks away, leaving you to inspect yourself in the mirror. This is such a rush, you can’t wait to see yourself in a new shiny wardrobe. You’re already worked up, you can see your bulge show through your tight jeans. Before you could work yourself up more, she comes back with a handful of items on her arm.