Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - The Next Outfit

I slip out of the living room while the cheers are still bouncing off the walls, my heart hammering against my ribs. The hallway feels longer than it did before, the floor cool under my bare feet. I push the bedroom door open and flick on the lamp.

The outfit is laid out on the bed where I'd placed it days ago, still in its plastic wrap. I tear it open with trembling fingers and hold the latex up. It's smaller than I remembered. Sharper. A slingshot cut that's barely more than straps and a scrap of fabric, with thigh-high boots that catch the lamplight like oil.

I strip out of the pink swimsuit, the damp fabric peeling off my skin, and step into the latex. It clings immediately, sealing against my hips and chest like a second skin. I tug at the straps, trying to adjust, but there's no give. The material is unforgiving.

I look in the mirror. My breasts are pushed up and together, the edges of my areolas just peeking out from the top edge of the fabric. The straps cut between my legs, and the back is nearly nonexistent. My ass is completely exposed, the latex barely covering the front.

I pull on the thigh-high boots, the zippers sliding up my calves. The heels make me an inch taller. I turn, watching the way the latex catches the light with every shift of my hips.

My voice comes out quiet when I finally speak, mostly to myself. "He picked this out for her."

I take a breath, steadying myself, and walk back toward the living room.