Gag of the Month

The New Suit:

Once she's back, she have a new suit for me.
”Slip into these!” she told me.
I look at the suit she had just handed me, as I axcept it.
”Thanks” I reply, knowing there is no alternatives here.

This is after all what I had come for. I slip my feet into the tight skirt, feeling a pair of panties tight around my hips. Then I slip the top over my head. This is just as tight as the skirt, covering my chest. Ending just three inches down my arms and neck. Just enough to leave the collar free? Then there are a pair of stockings, I slip on, right and left. They reach up to my knees. Then there are a pair of shoes.

As I slipped them on, I soon notice they give me the posture of wearing a pair of five inch heels. Only there are no heels there. I then slip in a pair of elbow long gloves. Leaving me arms squeezed tightly.

Only now, I can clearly see my nails as one and a half inches. Looking closer, the entire suit is exactly my skin tone. Leaving me an almost nude look.

Aside from the rubbery high gloss, and are more or less without friction. Only the souls of the soes, and the tips of my fingers have any friction.