Miss Marshmallow's
Episode; Explored: 4
Curious, just how exact the fit of the suit I had been given by Miss marshmallow could be. While I feel the slight hint of pressure all over my skin, but it still is following my contours so well I could have been nude all along.
As I examine the suit I am wearing, I notice that it is barely any sign of where the material end and my skin starts; aside from the colour of the purple silicon.
Of course I feel the rim of the suit, but just as much due to the change in texture as in the thickness of the material. At least, it is my impression as I got home from work.
“It is almost as if she had placed stitches on my body to hold the pigments in place!” I pondered, with amusement to my voice.
Of course the suit had not been stitched onto my skin; I can take it of any time I like, if and when I choose to do it. I had just chosen, not to take the ensemble off, but rather to wear it for my next day at work.
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As I examine the suit I am wearing, I notice that it is barely any sign of where the material end and my skin starts; aside from the colour of the purple silicon.
Of course I feel the rim of the suit, but just as much due to the change in texture as in the thickness of the material. At least, it is my impression as I got home from work.
“It is almost as if she had placed stitches on my body to hold the pigments in place!” I pondered, with amusement to my voice.
Of course the suit had not been stitched onto my skin; I can take it of any time I like, if and when I choose to do it. I had just chosen, not to take the ensemble off, but rather to wear it for my next day at work.
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“Ah!”“Ah!”
Oh!