Then I had to indicate my height. Same as the size... I chose the smallest, 149cm. (I'm closer to 160)
But it didn't matter. I had the tiniest, tightest suit DHYA had to offer... all I had to do was wait. 3 months later, it still hadn't arrived...
finally, a whole half year later, I received a package from Germany. Sure enough, it was the suit. By then I'd already forgotten just how small I had ordered it to be. I stuffed it into my bag of sin and stuffed it in the back of my closet.
Then night came and my flatmate returned to her room and as did I. the door was shut and discreetly locked...
When I put on that suit...
Okay let me try to put you in my shoes, the level of excitement... My heart was racing. I unraveled the suit and held it up to my neck... It was so tiny. The legs ended just below my knees...the crotch of the suit near my navel...
okayokayokay. I need to get into it. right. righto.. lets do this...
I was already wearing my standard undergarment for wearing tight clothes - a lycra scoopneck leotard with short capsleeves. On top of that I was wearing this suit in their 'Pearl' color: item.rakuten.co.jp/acqueen/k-5… (also their smallest size)... the tightness of the suits tickling me just a little here and there...
Then I slipped my feet into the black tubes before me, I pulled the suit up around my calves... and it was so tight... I'd never owned anything like that before. I pulled the legs up, my own legs becoming coated in this perfect blackness, it was so soft and silky too.
When I wear suits I always do this thing where I pull the legs up really really tight, overstretching it a little. that way the crotch of the suit rises higher. I did the same, but it was already so tight, I feared that the legs would create a gap between my legs because it wouldn't rise high enough.
No matter, I pulled at the suit some more, bending sideways just to get my shoulders into the suit. But the suit was so tight, I couldn't even reach in...
Every time I get into this thing, I have to stretch the legs out and pull the suit up against my crotch. That's the only way I can get the shoulders close enough to slip into.
Slipping both shoulders in, I find the suit is already pulling tight down there... heck it's pulling tight every-fucking-where. But then at this point I stand. My body straightening pulls the torso up, pulling the suit's fabric against me between my legs, sliding between my buttcheeks... It's this moment... this moment of tightening and settling that I try so hard to capture in all my stories, because its really such a magical, wonderful moment.
It takes me close to 5 minutes to do the zip up (this zip has a tendency to jam or malfunction... it can get pretty exciting, you may have read about it in my journals or one of my quick fixes.) Once I'm in, I needn't pull or tug at the suit to get it to sit perfectly. in fact all I need to do is a bit of light stretching, and I can feel the fabric move across my body, settling in, pulling tight in all the right places...
