A catwoman costume

"Ohhh, it's a costume!" you coo as you pull a hanger into the room. Shiny and black it takes you only a few moments to look it over.

"Well this isn't so bad," you tell yourself. "It's like the body-suit from that old Batman movie Jacob likes."

After stepping into the shiny black leather you reach down for the zipper, only to find that your hand travels down past your chest and to your crotch without finding it. Your hands go between your legs, making you feel even more excited by the contact. It isn't until you reach around behind yourself that you realize the zipper is nestled up against the tail. Not only that but there seem to be two zipper tabs. You pull on the one, leaving the other nestled under the tail as you zip the costume closed.

"Well that's weird. Why would it be unzippable from that end?" you wonder, realizing a moment later that it would make going to the washroom incredibly easy. You wouldn't have to wriggle out of the costume. "That's so clever," you murmer, and start to pull the hood up. A hole makes you pause, and you realize that the costume isn't quite like the one in the movie. This one has a hole for you to pull your hair through.

"I guess hair makes an unsightly lump in real-life," you mutter, and with a shrug work you hair out through the hole, effectively giving you a long dark pony-tail. The rest of the hood comes down over your eyes and nearly down to your mouth.

"Rawr!" you snarl at the mirror, making a clawing motion with your fingers. Giving yourself one last smile you try to sashay toward the door, realizing then just how tall the heels really are. "Why couldn't he have a fetish for short sensible shoes instead of tall stilettos?" you sigh, opening the door. "Hey, what's this?"

Bending you pick up a final piece of the costume that seems to have fallen when you grabbed the rest. Your lips open into a startled 'oh' as you realize you're holding a small whip with multiple endings, and under it hides a pair of handcuffs. Gulping you slip them onto a pair of hooks on your waist, though not before making yourself yelp from a small test of the whip against your thigh. "I'm not using that tonight," you vow, heading down the stairs carefully.

Jacob's car waits out front, and fortunately there doesn't seem to be anyone around as you walk quickly over to it, letting yourself in.

"So, I've finally caught you, Catwoman," he rasps, dressed in a Batman costume.

"Uh..." you stare, wondering what come-back would be in character. When you don't say anything he turns his attention back to the road, peeling away from the curb faster than he probably should.

"A costume party, huh?" you ask.

"What gave it away?" he asks with a grin, and proceeds to drive like he's in the actual Batmobile. You'd never been in a sports car back home, but something about the revving engine seems to go straight to your crotch, making you squirm more and more as he drives you to your destination.