"That's about all the time we have today. Don't forget! Next week! Do your readings! Foucalt, Carl Jung... especially the Carl Jung one! Essays are due in three weeks!"
The clattering of pens, the swishing of papers being rustled and books closing drowned out the professor's voice.
Drea capped her pens, one 0.7 and the other 0.5, and slipped them into her pocket. She took a last look at her notebook, her tiny-yet-neat handwriting calligraphed across the pages, before clasping it closed and pulling the elastic band over the edge.
She gathered her gray peacoat from her chair's backrest and slid into its warm embrace, draping her scarf over her neck lazily before shouldering her bag and leaving.
The winter air was cold and bit at her exposed face. The wind seeped between the stretched fibers of her tights and chilled her legs to the bone, alerting her to a new hole that had torn behind her right knee.
The 22-year-old psychology major strode across the school's main courtyard, gripping her scarf tightly around her neck. Despite the cold, her mind was focused on one thi-
"Hey, Drea! How are you?"
Drea jumped. She turned to the voice behind her, struggling to recognize the boy that was bouncing earnestly toward her.
"I didn't see you in the lecture the other day, what happened?"
"Oh I, uh... I was feeling a bit sick so I-"
"Oh that's terrible, you can't let the weather get to you."
"...were you waiting fo-"
"Oh yeah, hey, remember you were asking me about the 3D printer?"
Then it clicked. Brian, from Gender Studies.
"..yes, yes of course! What uh... what did you find out, Brian?"
Drea felt a stab of pride at being able to remember his name.
"Right, well, I don't think you can rent the printer from the school, and the ones at the tech store are still pretty expensive... and they're tiny. But, you can still use the printers in school, you just gotta be an engineering major."
"Ah, well... I guess that's out of-"
"I'M an engineering major."
Brian was glowing - he seemed so excited that he was able to help.
"Oh, can you get uh..."
"You just need to use my card!"
He whipped out his student card and smiled, presenting it to Drea with pride.
Drea eyed it longingly, a mental debate raging on underneath her blonde graduated bob.
In a moment of uncharacteristic brashness, Drea snatched the card out of Brian's hand, turning to leave.
"Sorry Brian, but thanks! I gotta go, I'll buy you lunch sometime soon!" She called out over her shoulder.
Brian stood stunned. He gradually softened up to wave at her, "I'll uh... I'll hold you to it!"
Drea felt bad leaving the boy hanging like that, but she didn't really want him around while she worked on her little project. She could feel the excitement building to a barely containable simmer all the way home. She'd resented having to make the 20 minute journey back to school again but she was sure it'd be worth it.
As soon as she got home, Drea dumped her bag into the corner of her room she'd unofficially reserved for it. She barreled into her room and booted up her computer.
Sitting on her squeaky computer chair, Drea found herself absentmindedly fingering the hole in her tights, considering changing to a proper pair before leaving.
Her eyes traveled across the room quickly, to her laundry basket at the foot of the bed. It was admittedly messy, but it was clear that there were quite a few pairs of tights there already. She got up and strode over to her wardrobe, wondering if she had any left.
Shedding her peacoat to the bed, she undid her skirt and peeled off her tights, tossing them into the basket as she arrived at her destination. Clad only in her blouse and undies, she leaned into her wardrobe and started rummaging, noting with some dismay that she'd just used her last pair.
Pushing aside her hangars full of dresses, however, an idea struck Drea. An idea that flushed her cheeks and fluttered her stomach. She reached into her closet, patting her hand around and searching for what she knew was there.
She pulled out a bundle of black fabric, unceremoniously crumpled and hidden in the back of her cupboard. It wasn't something she was proud of... but it was something she loved dearly. Tossing the cloth on to her bed, she began to undo her blouse: a prerequisite to the donning of this particular garment.
The chime of her MacBook starting up went unnoticed as she sat on the edge of the bed, naked now. She gathered up the matte black fabric and unravelled it, revealing a microfiber catsuit with attached gloves and socks.
She stretched the zipless neck hole open, laboriously rolling up the seamless legs of the suit. She knew she could have just thrust her legs in, but she'd done this many times before, and knew that this would be worth it.
Easing her toes into the suit's feet, Drea guided the neatly rolled fabric gently up her slender legs. She fought back a shudder as the microfiber almost magically applied itself to her skin, coating her in its lovely, silky embrace.
This suit was far tighter than any of her tights or stockings. It was not a coincidence - she didn't want any of her "normal" wardrobe to dilute the experience of her "deviant" wardrobe.
Unrolling the suit up around her hips, Drea stood, adjusting the crotch of the suit to rest tightly across herself. She could feel the warmth emanating from between her legs and the fabric of the suit quickly grew damp.
She teased out the arms of the suit, allowing them to dangle before her. The neck of the suit cinched her waist tightly and she was eager to continue. Squeezing her left hand into the opening, Drea guided her hand into the built-in gloves, nestling her fingers comfortably inside.
She pulled the suit's sleeve tightly up her arm, stopping just past her elbow. Guiding her right hand into its sleeve was significantly more difficult, and as always, Drea began to panic, worrying that she would tear the suit.
As always, however, her hand quickly found its glove, and she pulled the sleeve up past her elbow. Arms pinned to the side now, Drea grabbed at the suit's neckline.
This was her favorite part. She wiggled her torso and made her shoulders as small as she could. With both hands, she slipped the neckline over her breasts, feeling the suit slide sensuously up her naked back.
Her breath came in short gasps as the black of the suit continued its slow attrition over her pale skin, encroaching across her collarbone and swallowing her in its tight embrace.
Drea barely held back her squeal of delight as the suit's hem closed around her neck, sealing her slim body tightly inside. She stood slowly, twitching slightly in response to the tight fabric sliding across her naked skin.
She wiggled a bit, testing her joints and limbs, allowing the suit to settle across her body - it was a sensation to be savored. Reaching down, Drea picked up her underwear. She seemed to consider it momentarily before nonchalantly tossing them into her laundry basket.
Neglecting to put on any more clothes, Drea seated herself in front of her computer as her gloved hands instinctively keyed in the password. She wasn't even sure she remembered what it was anymore, it had become pure muscle memory to her.
The log-in chime reminded Drea that she'd started focusing on the fabric across her skin rather than the task at hand.
She'd downloaded the file weeks ago, but it was an act of naive hope - she'd never expected to be able to actually use it. A group of collaborators, of a similar turn of mind to her, had found a way to cheaply own latex catsuits - make it yourself.
She didn't pretend to know how the science worked, but somehow having the file on her computer gave her hope. She just hadn't expected it to actually come to use.
She copied the file into a flash drive and pulled on her skirt. She reached for her blouse and buttoned it up over her black second skin. She threw on her peacoat along with a pair of brown leather gloves, and pocketed the flash drive. Before her Mac could scold her for removing the drive without safely ejecting it, she was gone.
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It wasn't the first time Drea had made the trek to school dressed the way she was now, but that didn't make this time any less exciting than the last few. There was a certain... seductiveness in her step. She could feel it. She never bothered to figure out whether it was the mental image of herself wrapped up in the sexy fabric that caused her to sway her hips and flaunt her physique, or the physical stimulation of being tightly wrapped restricting her motion, causing her to sashay away.
She relished the fact that to the outside world, she was a normal girl wearing a normal pair of stockings going about her normal day.
Inside, however, she knew the difference. She could feel the difference. She could feel it every time her loose blouse slid across its fibrous surface. She could feel it pulling tightly between her legs. She could feel it pulling against her lips... the way her labia rubbed against it when she flexed her pelvic floor...
...and then she was there. Engineering block.
She was challenged immediately by a RFID scanner - a challenge she quickly defeated with Brian's card. Entering the building for the first time, Drea's nose crinkled up. There was a strange, pungent odor in the air, almost like paint thinner, but slightly different.
Drea was almost worried she wouldn't be able to find her destination, but right in front of her, behind a glass door, was a large machine almost twice her size. She'd wished the room was more private, but classes after six were rare anyway.
Granting herself entry with Brian's keycard, she slid into the room and booted up the terminal.
The interface was thankfully simple, and upon inserting the USB drive and the card (yet again), Drea was presented with three options to print.
She furrowed her brow - wasn't it supposed to be just the one? She studied the interface and found no way to preview the project. Compounding her misery was the fact that Brian's card only contained enough credit for one print.
"Well then..."
Drea picked one option at random.
The machine whirred to life with a sudden pneumatic hiss and the clunking of parts startled the only girl in the room.
'Now Printing... Chicken.lom... Estimated Time Remaining: 45 Minutes.'
Drea slumped back in her chair. She was a bit disappointed at having to wait that long, but was glad it was not longer.
What the hell was "chicken" anyway?
Drea got comfortable, pulling out BaconReader on her phone, refusing to entertain any thoughts about a giant rubber chicken suit.
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Drea suddenly became aware of a strange silence across the room. Her heart started pounding against her suit, and she shot up immediately. It was time.
Sure enough, the terminal had a positively green window with the words "PRINTOUT COMPLETE" in large, black Helvetica.
Drea pulled open the machine's receptacle. Inside a black frame, was (thankfully), not a chicken suit, but a latex suit. It was stretched tight, it's neck, arms, legs and waist attached to the frame by a thin rigid hairline.
The suit looked... complex - it had multiple streamlined panels in white, gray, red and black. The lines looked... sexy, almost like a princess cut. There were various metallic-looking implements attached along some points of the suit. Drea couldn't figure out what any of them were for but couldn't help wonder if Evangelion's plugsuits were an inspiration to the design team.
With several snaps, the suit came loose, collapsing into Drea's ready arms.
'Waiting' was no longer in Drea's vocabulary. She vacuumed up her belongings with her peacoat and disappeared into the cold winter night.