“The fluro pink one piece…”

“The pink suit is all you’ve got left clean.” He unzips the duffel and pulls it out. It’s a fluorescent bubblegum pink one piece she ordered from Etsy. Skin tight fabric, high cut legs, a fluffy turtleneck, subtle piping doing nothing to hide how lewd it is. It looks like it was designed for a porn parody of a ski bunny.

“What?! Wait… oh hell no!!!” You stare. Being a pet in private was… ok. But wearing that ridiculous outfit in public in Jo’s body. You may as well go naked. Why the fuck are you suddenly so turned on!?? Holy shit.

Kate appears behind you, arms crossing. “Yes. That one. Strip… oh wait, you’re already naked. Put it on. Now.” She orders.

You nod mutely as you stare at the glowing pink monstrosity in Jo’s hands. It’s ridiculous. Ultra feminine. Clinging. The crotch will press right against your swollen nub the entire day. Everyone on the mountain will see. Every lift line, every chair, every run. You’ll glow like a neon sign screaming “look at me, I’m a ditsy Asian bimbo slut.”

“Breakfast first,” he says. “Then dress. We leave in twenty.”

You plate the bacon and eggs, hands trembling, breasts swaying as you carry trays to the table. They eat leisurely, Mark and Kate at the chairs, Jo leaning against the counter while you stand beside them, naked, eating as well, feeling their eyes on every inch of exposed skin.

When the plates are cleared, Kate points “Pink suit. Now.”

You step into it legs first, shimmying the glossy fabric up over your hips. It clings like a second skin, the crotch seam pressing mercilessly against your clit, making you gasp. The high-cut legs ride up your ass. You pull it over your breasts and your nipples are already peaking hard against the thin material, clearly outlined. The mock turtleneck zips up to just below the collar. Kate steps behind you, zips it the rest of the way.

You catch your reflection in the glass door. Fluorescent pink, curves accentuated, erect clit subtly pressing a small bump against the crotch. Ridiculous. Humiliating. Perfect.

Jo heads for the door. “Big Easy all day, right? Let’s see how many stares you get.”

“Move, pet. Time to show the mountain what the new and improved Jackie looks like.” Kate says.

You follow out into the cold morning air. The day has barely started and you’re already glowing.