I slumped into my sofa and heaved a sigh of relief. I was finally done unpacking.

My name is August. I'm studying media in the University of Toronto, and I'm doing quite well. I'm secretly proud of my long, red hair, and I rarely find reason not to smile most of the time.

I'd just moved into my new home in a secluded corner of Bridle Path. The house looked rather contemporary, a stark contrast to the old-family mansions in the neighbourhood. A small crest in the road kept my new home separated from the other houses.

I could have never afforded a place like this. As a university student, having food every week was a mild achievement. I was apparently left the house by a relative I didn't know I had who'd passed away, under the condition that I did not sell the mansion? Pity, the cash would have been quite a bit more useful.

I stretched, frowning a little at the looseness of my clothing. See, I had a little kink. When I was a teen, my mom bought me a one-piece swimsuit.

It was one of those racing suits, and it was really tight... I mean, it was really, really tight. I hadn't had any big "Sexual Awakening" prior, and I didn't understand the way the suit was making me feel. I found myself always excited to go to the pool because something about the tight, slippery material of the suit brought butterflies to my insides.

Eventually, I found that I could arch my body and tense my shoulders in a certain way, and the suit would pull up against what I would later learn was my clit, and it felt good. I just didn't know what it meant yet.

Before long, I started wearing it out as underwear too. I was wearing the suit out under my clothes so often that I didn't really think much of it. Then one day, I got my first pair of skinny jeans.

When I sat down the first time in those jeans on the bus, the tight denim bunched up and pressed against me down there in a very special way. I got a bit embarrassed, but something about it excited me... The road was bumpy and my breathing grew shallow. I found myself squeezing my thighs a little, subconsciously... It wasn't long before I experienced my first ever orgasm.

I sat up. It suddenly hit me. I was no longer sharing an apartment. I no longer needed to hide my "special" clothing under layers of street clothes.

I wanted to explore the apartment, but I didn't have to do it like this. I strode over to my luggage, taking off my tee as i went. I reached for a pair of tights and a leotard… wait. I don't have to to hide anything!

My go-to home-underwear quickly found itself on the floor, as I stood holding up the newest addition to my collection. It was a black micro fibre catsuit from dhya, it had attached gloves and socks, but no hood. Instead, there was a long 7cm turtleneck that went right up to my chin.

I stepped out of my shorts and underwear and slipped into the slippery suit. My insides stirred as my legs disappeared into the inky ebony of the suit. I pulled it taut as I guided the suit up to my hips, pulling the fabric tight against my sensitive places. I slipped in my right shoulder, then my left shoulder. I reached behind myself and dragged the zipper up slowly, feeling the fabric seal itself up around me, pulling itself tighter and holding me in its sensual embrace. I pulled the zip up to the top of my spine and tugged it for good measure, snapping the material back onto my neck.

I flexed a little and smiled. I'm going to love living alone.