Heads turned when Abby turned up for college that morning, after a few weeks away, off sick.

Her uniform was neat and tidy, as usual. What was amazing was what she was wearing on top of it…

It was a transparent bodysuit, like a spacesuit, that covered her from head to foot, with an attached helmet, also clear. There was a silver backpack, connected to the suit. She also had her normal bag, but she was carrying it in her hand as she didn’t want to risk damaging anything in the suit by flipping it over her shoulder.

She miserably shuffled into the room, and sat down, frantically trying to ignore everyone, the suit making a faint hissing as she breathed.

The class carried on as normal, but people, understandably, still were glancing at Abby, trying to work out what was going on. Meg, her best friend, tried to ask her at the end, but Abby quickly walked out, and shot off before anyone could stop her, being able to move surprisingly fast despite the suit.

Abby didn’t come into any more classes that day; she had been unable to cope with the attention and shot back home, banging on the door to be let in then diving into her ‘special room’.

She ripped off her helmet, threw it across the room, then tore off her suit. She then also tore off her uniform, throwing it into a bin, then put on a t-shirt and denim shorts.

“I can’t do this, mum!”, she cried. “I just can’t cope! They all think I’m a freak, and I agree with them!”

“Abby, calm down!”, her mother Claire cried. “You’ll make yourself worse! You know you’ve got a weak chest.”

Abby was already gasping for breath, and she crumpled. She’d got too uptight. Claire flew in, and fitted her with an oxygen mask…

It had all started a few weeks ago. One of the chemical factories near Abby’s home had had a disastrous fire, which had closed it. Abby had been walking past back from college when she had heard a woman inside screaming for help. She had just rushed in to help, with no thought for herself. She had managed to help the woman, who was pinned under a fallen cupboard; the pair of them pushing together had managed to shift it and get her free. The woman had left the building; she was just turning to leave when a cylinder in the next room had exploded…

The gas emitted had damaged the alveoli in her lungs, making them a lot less efficient; it had happened very quickly. Still coughing, and gasping to breathe, Abby had just about made it back outside. The other woman had helped her out to the street and sat her down. She could then see something was very wrong. Abby’s lips were turning blue…

Luckily, the emergency services had arrived, but they would have been too late to save the woman if Abby hadn’t intervened. However, their services were now needed to save Abby. Putting her on oxygen in the ambulance really helped; however, every time they removed the mask, she started gasping for air…

Tests in the hospital pinpointed the damage to her lungs. Abby was now permanently handicapped. It was then that one of the doctors came up with the idea of the suit.

Abby was in hospital for a few weeks, on oxygen, while a long-term solution was worked out. The suit was made for her and fitted, and she tried a short walk in it round the hospital. At her home, her bedroom was hermetically sealed, with an airlock fitted in the doorway, and a system was installed to enrich the oxygen in the room. Abby could have a ‘normal’ life in that room only…

It was in that room now that Abby was lying on her bed, breathing deeply through the mask that her mum was holding on her face.

“I can’t do this, mum!”, Abby said, crying. “I can’t live like this!”

Claire just stroked her hair and cuddled her, crying herself. She didn’t know what to do…

There was a knock on the door.

Claire, looking down at Abby, saw she had dropped off to sleep, exhausted. She carefully organised Abby onto her bed, then went to answer the door.

Meg was standing there, a worried look on her face.

“Is Abby here?”, she asked. “I tried to talk to her at college, but she ran off…! I’m really worried about her.”

Claire took Meg inside and showed her Abby’s room. Looking through the clear plastic of the airlock, they could both see Abby asleep on the bed.

Claire then looked at the way Meg was pressing herself against the airlock…

“You’re not just a ‘friend’, are you?”, she said. Meg just shook her head…

To Meg’s amazement, Claire opened the airlock, beckoning her to go in.

“Keep her company, but don’t get her too excited if she wakes up”, she said, with a smile. “Do you want tea?”

“Love it, thanks”, said Meg with a smile, going in. She gently sat alongside Abby on the bed.

Abby woke up and her eyes went wide.

“What are you doing here?”

Meg gently brushed Abby’s hair away from her eyes, smiling. She then lifted the mask off Abby’s face, bent down, and kissed her.

“What do you think I’m doing here? I’m showing concern for my girlfriend. Why have you been ignoring me?”

“Well… duh?”, said Abby, pointing at the oxygen cylinder, then the suit, lying in a heap in the corner. “What do you think?”

“Oh, yeah”, said Meg. “You’ve been not well… well so what! How do you think I feel? I wanted to be there for you, and you’ve shut me out! All your mother and the hospital said was you didn’t want to see anyone. I thought you loved me!”

“I did… do”, said Abby. “I was so self-absorbed with not being a ‘normal’ girl anymore, as well as I didn’t want to saddle you with this to worry about.”

“So, you just decided it was easier to blank me instead, ghost me, dump me…! You selfish bitch!”

Abby went white. “I didn’t think…”

“Right!”, snapped Meg, suddenly really angry. “You didn’t think! You didn’t have any idea what this was all going to do to me! I love you, you idiot! And all you could think of was trying to not hurt my feelings, or ‘be a burden’. Well, guess what! You did hurt my feelings! But if you think you’re just going to walk away from this relationship, you’re very much mistaken! When I said I was here for you, I meant it! Did you?”

Meg suddenly stopped. Abby had tears in her eyes, but she was struggling to breathe again. Holding her head up, gently, Meg refitted the oxygen mask on Abby. She then looked round.

Claire was standing behind her.

“I know you excited her a bit”, she said, “but she needed to hear that. She thinks her life is over.”

Rocking Abby gently back and forth, Meg hugged her. Claire hugged both of them…

Later, the two girls were doing better, laughing and joking. Meg then asked Abby an unusual question…

“Can I try it on?” she asked.

“What?”, said Abby.

“The suit. Can I try it on? I want to feel what it’s like.”

“Why?”, asked Abby, curiously.

Meg blushed. “Partly to see what you’re going through, but partly… let’s just say I’ve got a ‘thing’ for plastic…”

Abby fished the suit out of the corner of the room and showed Meg how to get into it. Meg felt really aroused…

Before Abby could stop her, Meg took off all her clothes, then climbed into the suit. She nearly came right then, only stopping herself because she didn’t want to mess up Abby’s suit. Then she felt Abby’s hand between her legs…

It was too much. With a loud moan, Meg came. She was still gasping with pleasure when she heard a click behind her head…

“There. That will teach you”, said Abby. “I’ve just locked the suit. You can now stay in it until you learn to behave.”

Meg tried to undo the suit, but the zipper was stuck fast.

“Told you”, said Abby, putting her hand between Meg’s legs again…

“Oh… you bitch…!”

Meg came five times that afternoon, gasping and moaning loudly in the suit, Abby teasing her all the time. Only awkward point was when Claire asked if they wanted anything. She could tell something was going on because she saw Meg’s uniform lying on the floor…

Abby eventually let Meg out of the suit. She then made her clean it, thoroughly…!

Meg went home, a real spring in her step.

Sex with her girlfriend, even via the suit, had been incredible!

She couldn’t wait for what happened next…

Abby still couldn’t bring herself to go to college. However, the hospital had another good surprise for her…

They had found her a lot less obtrusive suit, a skintight transparent latex suit with a built-in hood and respirator. The respirator, instead of being shaped like a mask, was built into the collar that fitted around her neck. She could even wear clothes over it.

Abby felt a lot more confident in the new suit. She even tried going back to college the same week.

Meg was amazed as Abby walked into class. She wasn’t wearing her suit! She looked closer. At the same time, Abby walked past her, and brushed her with a latex covered hand…

Meg nearly fainted. Abby’s whole body was the suit!

“Come round later”, she said. “I’ve got a surprise for you…!”

College had finished for the day. Meg was rushing round to see Abby, excited. She couldn’t wait to find out what was going on…!

Claire let her in.

“Hi, Meg! I can’t thank you enough for the other day, pulling Abby out of her ‘shell’.”

Claire let Meg into Abby’s room.

“She’s got a surprise for you…!”, she said, mysteriously.

Abby was still wearing her new suit. However, she wasn’t wearing anything under or over it…

She then grabbed Meg. Before Meg could stop her, Abby had undressed her. She then brought out an identical suit to hers…

“Officially, my spare suit”, Abby said. “In fact, I had it made for you…”

Abby sealed Meg in her suit and locked it.

“Oh, by the way, these suits can only be unlocked by a supervisor”, she said. “They’re both set to my mother’s fingerprint.”

“You mean…”, Meg said.

“Oh yes, she’s known about us for a while”, Abby said. “She approves. Very much, in fact…”

The pair then went to bed together, suited up. Meg was in heaven, and Abby wasn’t far behind…

Watching from the airlock, Claire chuckled. Meg was good for her daughter, even if she was a little kinky. Smiling, she left them to it and went shopping, deciding she was going to play ‘hard to get’ when Meg wanted out of the suit, as well as being ‘appropriately shocked’ when she saw Meg naked. She chuckled as she walked away.

“I love it when a plan comes together…”