(>10) She is selective.

"Let's not rush it." — Jen said in a sugary tone. — "I want to get something I really desire to have, not just any piece of latex."

Her fingers brushed the sleek material of two-piece suit with a waist belt and a collar, then a thick straitjacket, but they were all far from the ideal garment the girl imagined. Then, on another hanger, Jen found a folded piece of latex.

"What is it?"

She drew it out, and it unfolded downwards with a rustling sound until it reached the floor with a deaf sound of soft matter hitting hard matter.

"Wow..." — Jen let out a gasp. — "It has to be the one."

She examined the garment with her free hand and found out that it was a long latex dress.

"You have a good taste, sweetheart. I am already unable to see you forward without it."

Jen searched for a way in and soon was busy undoing the zip that went down to the waist along the back of the dress. After she was done with it, she let it pile up on the floor, allowing her to step inside. The dress was lubed with a talcum spray beforehand, which the girl found very convenient.

{If Insanity < 40}"As if someone expected me to find it there..."{endif}

It was only after five minutes of struggle when Jen's feet managed to find their way back onto the wooden floor of the wardrobe. The dress was even longer than she thought — and was narrower as it went down. When Jen pulled the garment to her waist level, there could be no mistake.

"Oh, it's a hobble dress!{If Insanity >50}This is so adorable!{endif}"

The expected walking difficulties did not discourage the girl at all, and she continued putting the tight-fitting dress on, clearing any wrinkles she could find with her fingers. The wondrous material gave her skin sensations as it got past Jen's roundsome hips and hugged her ass tightly. After she raised it to her waist, however, the garment suddenly became loose.

"You gotta work the zipper up, silly."

Jen grabbed the metal piece with her right hand and started pulling it up slowly, trying to keep the latex sides from rolling away from each other. The dress wrapped her waist and her breasts very firmly. It did not inhibit Jen's breathing too much, but her breath was taken away nevertheless, as her mind was getting intoxicated by both how it felt to wear something so soft, smooth and squeaky and how screamingly it smelled high-quality latex.

She pushed her arms into the long sleeves, then finished closing the zipper and started to rub herself from neck to ankles, searching for wrinkles. Jen did not want to leave any. When the girl caught herself pinching her erect nipple that was covered by latex, there was a dramatic pause, when only her heavy breathing were breaking the silence.

"What are these drops traveling down my inner thigh?"

At this moment, there was a pop. Something hit a wardrobe wall and fell right onto one of her toes.

"It's a zipper. A long one." — Jen concluded after examining it with her toes. — "Wait!"

The girl touched the place where her dress' zipper resided seconds ago, but there was only smooth latex, which was repeating her shoulder blades' shape impeccably, and a tiny keyhole close to the top of the gorgeous garment.

"Don't tell me you're surprised. Also don't tell me you were going to go back out naked. It's cold out there."

"Don't tell me what to not tell, okay?" — Jen snapped back. — "I know there are these nasty freezing tiles out there, so I'll take the shoes I feel most appropriate for the cause, got it?"

"I see you are proud of your purchase. Won't lie, so am I."

Jen checked every single pair in the wardrobe, noticing that they were all very different, but none of them had heels lower than 6 inches. She made her choice out of what was there for her thoughtfully and picked 6,5-inch pointed-toe leather shoes with a 1 inch platform. The angle of the arch of her feet was very steep and promised a lot of pain, but the girl did not care. She was confident that they were the best, and confidence in anything is not to be ignored if you have a blindfold locked onto your eyes.

The shoes had a wide steel-reinforced ankle strap attached to their counter. A heavy clasp made of solid steel was waiting to be pushed into the clasp box. The girl slipped the shoes on, but stopped when it was time to close them.

"Put them on properly. Your outfit has to be complete."