body suit

Jennifer leaves, and takes the shorts with her. She holds them at arms' lenght.

You turn to your fetching assistant: "What's next?"

She looks at her clipboard. "Model 490: full body suit."

"Oh, yeah, that's the one I've had my mind on. Is the test subject suited up?"

She picks up a phone. "Is 490 ready? OK, send her in."

A door open and a woman enters. She's normal height, with B cups and a few extra pounds on her hips and buttocks. She's wearing a latex suit that stretches from her toes to her head to her fingers. There are only holes for her eyes, mouth, nostrils, and two small holes by her ears.

"Lannah Guillory," says Tess. "She's 43..."

"Forty three?" you ask a bit suprised.

"Um, yes, don't you remember we wanted some older test subjects who were more cemented in their ways? She's working on her master's degree after getting divorced and her daughter moving off to college."

"OK, then." You speak into the microphone. "How does the suit feel?" you ask.

"Tight," says the woman looking around. "But I feel like a complete idiot in this suit!" she says.

"That't not all you'll feel," you mutter to your assistant. "Let's begin," you tell her.