Cindy opened her eyes, groaning. God, what a hangover…!

She looked around, blinking. She felt dizzy. Everything looked blurry. Also, why was her breath echoing so much…?

She brought up her hands to rub her eyes. They were stopped short by something. At the same time, she saw that they were wrapped up…

She sat up with a start. Where the heck was she?

She crawled out of the bed, noticing the bed sheets felt all wrong.  It was then her head started to clear…

It was her that felt ‘wrong’, not everything else. At the same time, she looked into a mirror on the dressing table.

She screamed. A long, drawn-out scream that really echoed…

She was completely covered from head to foot in transparent latex, sealed into some kind of body suit, and she was naked under it. She pawed at it, trying to find a zip or some fastener, anywhere. Nothing. She was sealed in it, almost as if it had been moulded round her (it had). Whimpering, and crying, she tugged and yanked at the suit, yanking hard. No effect. The suit was incredibly strong and isolated her from the real world. She could still seem to hear things, however, and the suit was only making her vision slightly blurry.

She planted her latex-covered backside on the chair in front of the dressing table, still crying quietly. To her surprise, the tears didn’t build up on the inside of the suit; they seemed to be evaporating, somehow.

“Ah, good! You’re up!”, came a voice from the door. “I’m glad. It would have been pointless for me to go through the whole effort of preserving you just for you to die during the process.”

Cindy spun.

A woman was standing in the doorway, dressed as a doctor in her white coat. To Cindy’s amazement, she just walked over and started inspecting her.

“What the hell have you done to me!”, shrieked Cindy. “Get me out of this thing.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t”, the woman said. “It’s permanent. That’s the whole point of it. It’s designed to preserve life and stop the wearer from killing themselves by accidentally removing it. It’s for surviving a nuclear holocaust.”

“Then why am I fucking naked!”, Cindy yelled. “If this is meant to be some kind of a glorified hazmat suit, why is it transparent, with me fully on show under it?”

“Damn, you got me”, the woman said, with a smile. “I just fancied you naked.”

Moving closer, she started rubbing her hand over Cindy’s crotch. Cindy tried to pull away; the woman just slapped her, pushed her back down onto the seat, and started rubbing her again. Despite everything, Cindy started moaning…

Just before she came, the woman took her hand away. This time, Cindy pushed herself toward her, not away…

“Thought I was right about you…”, the woman said, chuckling. “What I told you was true about the suit’s original purpose. With the de-escalation of the cold war, the project got shelved. However, I thought of another use for it…”

“There’s only two of them ever been built. I’ve modified them very slightly. Let’s just say they’re now a ‘matched pair’…”

As she was telling Cindy this, the woman was undressing, slowly, in front of her. She then pulled the other suit out from a cabinet.

“Once I put this on, I will be your partner. For life. I will also be able to touch you for real, as these two suits can ‘merge’.”

“We’ll never need to eat or drink again; these suits will take care of our every need. All we have to do is sit in the charging stations at night; a small fitting connects in the anus and does everything.”

“See you on the other side…”

The two women, now completely sealed off from the outside world, snuggled up against each other.

Cindy had just accepted everything, for some reason that even she couldn’t understand; the woman’s touch was so caring, so erotic, she had just lost herself completely. She’d never had someone care about her so much. She was really being loved and gave love back in return.

She had got used to the feel of the suit; the feel of her lovers hands against her skin, however, was something else entirely…