(>39) She decides to add the top part to the outfit.

Jen’s heart melted at the possibility of owning and wearing more latex. She caressed every inch of her skirt that she was trying to rip in pieces a minute ago. Everything locks. No clues on the key locations. Ignoring these two facts was making life so much easier.

“That’s what it wants from me! It wants me to ignore the facts!”

“No. I want to make your life easier. Come on. That’s what they always say in the cartoons. ‘Follow your heart.’”

While she struggled to keep the voice away from influencing her decisions, the girl’s hands started searching in the wardrobe’s depths, because the best treats go to the most diligent.

Soon her hands got hold of an overbust white latex corset. It had brighter plain stripes along the metal bones that were supporting the garment in abundance. Needless to say, just holding it was a serious task.

“Awww... It’s so nice!” — Before long, she was already buckling the metal buttons on the front. — “But how does it lace?”

“Try turning it around, sweetheart. Looking at you dress up is a bliss.”

Then Jen was again struck by a wave of clarity. The wave was very soft, however.

“What am I doing?” — she asked herself calmly. — “Am I not supposed to get out of my clothes instead of putting on more?”

“Of course no! You’ll get to that later if you want. And you won’t want to be wasting your precious time on that, I’m sure.”

“Um, okay! I’m sure finding keys won’t be a problem at all!” — Jen giggled. There was a circular controller under the laces, resembling a volume knob on a speaker. She figured it had to be turned to regulate the laces. Repositioning the corset’s buttons properly once again, as well as setting her boobs in the latex cups, the girl prepared to activate the corset — and thinking about it only made her smile a bit wider.