My Little Centauress

Inside of the booth, I noticed what the suit was.
Just could not quit believe what it was.
The pinkish cerise was no problem for me, but it's a bit on the curious side.
Most of the booth was reflective, just like a mirror.
Somehow, it made me feel safer, and gave me a chance to see how I look in the suit too.
Either I had started to get used to the shadows, or it was lighter in the booth?
Either way, I could clearly see my suit, and couldn't help slipping it on.
A foot at the time, first the right, then the left, slipping inside of the suit.
“Iiiih, it's squishy, so deliciously slippery!” escaped my lips,
as I first slipped my foot into the suit, from the top of the neck of the suit.
“You enjoy my new lube, I hear!” a voice interjected calmly.
“Yeah!” I replied, without a thought.
At this time, I had managed to slip the suit all the way up to my hips.
Then I slipped my hands in, starting with my right hand, once more.
As I rise my arms, the suit soon slip up, over my body, cover me completely.
Tentatively moving my right leg, I notice my hind legs responding.
With that, I open the door to my booth, then trot out into the room