You have great buns, you know.You have great buns, you know." She began massaging his crotch through his rubber jeans. Jason was worrying that he might cum in his pants when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "I'll visit you tonight," Flora whispered, and gave his ear a parting nibble before she moved away from him to sit in one of the reading chairs. "I hope you two are getting on alright," Mandy called out from the landing. She winked at Jason as she walked in the room. "She hasn't molested you too badly I hope. You've only just got here, and I'm sure you're tired after all that booze and dancing." Jason could say nothing in reply, he just stared. His high school love had been transformed. Before him stood five feet and ten inches of full-flowered womanhood. She had donned a complex-looking catsuit of white patent leather that completely covered her body except for her face. Her head was covered by the attached hood, fitted skin-tight, that laced at the sides, the lacing continuing down along the sides of her neck, disappearing under her cape. The lines of lacing re-appeared from under her arms, and curved inward along matching graceful lines to pass over the hips and down the front of her legs to her toes, laced tightly all the way down. Her cupped breasts peeked out from the folds of a floor-length black latex cape with a high-backed 'Dracula' style collar. "How do you like it?" she asked. Jason was floored. She looked like something out of one of his wet dreams. He had seen catsuits like this in a European fetish magazine, but having her here, walking around, talking to him...it was hard to believe after all his lonely years. "It's... it's wonderful!" he stammered. "You look like...scratch that. You ARE a goddess. You look as if you'd been poured into it. My god, Mandy, you've really outdone yourself. I guess, I guess I hadn't realized until now that you've become a woman. All these years I've remembered you as a high school girl, and now... well, you're a very beautiful woman, Mandy." She glowed at his worshipful praise, removed the cape, and pirouetted for them. Jason saw that the suit was tightly laced down the arms, and at the front and back of the waist, as well. In fact, he recognized boning in that waist- it had a built in corset! It pulled her figure into a fantastic hour-glass shape. The breast cups of the suit were hand-tooled to resemble nude breasts with the nipples standing out. |