01-14-2010, 04:02 PM
Katt was a bit surprised when Casey pulled away, she had expected it to last alot longer like they did on tv and movies, Well, guess you can't believe everything you see on TV. she thought. She laughed along with Casey, not for the same reason, she laughed because she thought it was funny that he didn't know, she figured everyone did, even if they never tried it with someone.
"Oh, alright," Katt said, a bit down at the sudden rush, "I'll see you when you get out. Maybe we can watch a movie or something together." she suggested as he left. She lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a bit. Her eyes slowly drifted to the suitcase next to her, and her curiousity got the better of her as she stood up and opened it.
She grabbed the outfit that was on top, the tiger print one that was modeled after her. As she lifted it up she noticed it came in pieces, thanks to the zippers attached at the bottom and shoulders to attach other parts. She glanced at the door, figuring Casey would be a while she closed the door before stripping out of her clothes. She slipped the jacket on and zipped up the front, the rubber suit seemed to fit almost like a second skin, it made her curious as to how Kitt had sized it until she figured they were virtually the exact same size, she dug through the suitcase to retrieve the rest of the outfit.
Pants, sleeves, boots, each piece zipped together with the last till she was covered in the tiger print suit, looking almost naked except for the shinieness of the suit. She smiled a bit as she glanced in a mirror, kind of liking the way the suit hugged and squeezed tightly around her, then she noticed the last piece of the ensemble, a pair of matching gloves. She picked them up and examined them quizzically, they looked like gloves, but they didn't have fingers, more like mittens, but were hard and unmovable, whe curiously slid them on, and sure enough she couldn't move her fingers in the least with them, "Well that's odd, what's the point of gloves if you can't move in them?" she wondered as she examined them more, as brought her hands together to remove them her sensitive ears picked up a small click, from the gloves.
She blinked a bit with a dumbfounded look on her face, as if to say 'please don't let that be what i think it is' she grabbed one of the gloves with the other, desperately trying to pull them off but they were locked in place, CRAP! she thought as she began to panic pawing wildly at her suit and the gloves, unable to unzip it with her fingers encased, crap crap crap, this isn't happening, this isn't happening! she thought as she dug around through the suitcase, finding a key to the gloves she fidgeted around with it, dropping it numerous times before it dawned on her, "They, can't be removed, by whoever's wearing them." she thought.
"Oh, alright," Katt said, a bit down at the sudden rush, "I'll see you when you get out. Maybe we can watch a movie or something together." she suggested as he left. She lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a bit. Her eyes slowly drifted to the suitcase next to her, and her curiousity got the better of her as she stood up and opened it.
She grabbed the outfit that was on top, the tiger print one that was modeled after her. As she lifted it up she noticed it came in pieces, thanks to the zippers attached at the bottom and shoulders to attach other parts. She glanced at the door, figuring Casey would be a while she closed the door before stripping out of her clothes. She slipped the jacket on and zipped up the front, the rubber suit seemed to fit almost like a second skin, it made her curious as to how Kitt had sized it until she figured they were virtually the exact same size, she dug through the suitcase to retrieve the rest of the outfit.
Pants, sleeves, boots, each piece zipped together with the last till she was covered in the tiger print suit, looking almost naked except for the shinieness of the suit. She smiled a bit as she glanced in a mirror, kind of liking the way the suit hugged and squeezed tightly around her, then she noticed the last piece of the ensemble, a pair of matching gloves. She picked them up and examined them quizzically, they looked like gloves, but they didn't have fingers, more like mittens, but were hard and unmovable, whe curiously slid them on, and sure enough she couldn't move her fingers in the least with them, "Well that's odd, what's the point of gloves if you can't move in them?" she wondered as she examined them more, as brought her hands together to remove them her sensitive ears picked up a small click, from the gloves.
She blinked a bit with a dumbfounded look on her face, as if to say 'please don't let that be what i think it is' she grabbed one of the gloves with the other, desperately trying to pull them off but they were locked in place, CRAP! she thought as she began to panic pawing wildly at her suit and the gloves, unable to unzip it with her fingers encased, crap crap crap, this isn't happening, this isn't happening! she thought as she dug around through the suitcase, finding a key to the gloves she fidgeted around with it, dropping it numerous times before it dawned on her, "They, can't be removed, by whoever's wearing them." she thought.
"Stand tall and shake the heavens!" - Xenogears.
