There were a lot of different colored space suits. They all looked the same aside from the color. A skin tight glossy material with no seams connected to high heals, with a zipper in the front. There were certainly a lot to choose:
Red, Yellow, Purple, Pink, Green, Light Blue, Dark Blue, Black, White etc.
You cross your arms and the feeling sends a jolt down your spine. You look down a your exposed breasts and rub them. You never knew woman had to deal with these. They were so sensitive, and soft.
You decide to go with Dark Purple.
Purple had always bin your favorite color.
You sit down on the cold steel bench in between the clothing racks. The freezing medal sends a shiver up your spine, and a little between your legs. But you ignore it and start by unzipping the front. Instead you see several alien circuits. You figured they were for monitoring life support, and possibly recycling your urine, if neaded.
You shake your head not knowing what you thought that now of all times, but then look down at your crotch and realize that if that was a real feature of the circuits, it was greatly appreciated.
You slide your legs into the leg holes. It was hard at first, like trying to squeeze into pants that were too small. But the material stretched and you managed to get your toes into those of the high heals attached to the purple skin tight space suit.
Despite the circuits of the suit being visible on the inside, you didn’t feel them inside the suit. It just felt like you were wearing a very tight pair of laytex pants, with high heals connected to them.
You pull the outfit on over your thighs and are rewarded with the warmth of the suit as opposed to the color of the steel bench.
You struggle bringing it around your hips, but eventually managed to do it.
You bring the outfit up to your hairless arm pits and start to zip up the outfit.
You stop at the chest and slide your arms into the arm holes. Adjusting the purple shiny material around your new feminine fingers. Opening and closing your hands till you were satisfied.
You pull your brown slightly curled hair out of the suit, and feel it fall onto your curved back.
You struggle to zip up the suit the last way around your C cup breasts. But you couldn’t get the suit around your breasts. you stop resisting once you see your reflection however. You stand up and walk over. Adapting well to the high heals despite never walking in them.
(Though that could just be the magnets in the heals. Not that you knew that)
You take a purple gloved hand and brush aside some of your brown slightly curled hair. Entranced as you reflection did the same. You stick out your purple covered hand and touch the mirror. Watching as the woman in the reflection did the same. You look down at the not fully zipped skin tight space suit and reach for the zipper.
Rather than zip up however. You decide to lower the zipper. Watching as the woman’s breasts were freed.
You catch sight of your six pack and stop unzipping near the waist. You look at your toned hairless body. Even your belly button was sexy. You drum your purple clad fingers across your six pack. Enjoying the feeling of the smooth fabric on your exposed skin. You squeeze your breasts and moan.
You place your hands behind your head grabbing onto your elbows. Doing a sexy pose and winking to your reflection. The unzipped look was definitely for you.
You exit the changing room into the white curved halls. I should probably mention that your nipples are not showing. You just have the front unzipped to your waist showing your six pack.
You walk sexually through the curved space ship. Having no problems walking in the high heals attached to the skin tight unzipped purple space suit.
( again you probably had the magnets in the heals to thank.)
You find the control room. You could tell it was the Controle room because of the 270 degree glass bubble showing space. With several screens, and a big chair in the middle were the lizard woman in the red skin tight space suit was piloting.
She turns to you and smiles. Clearly approving of your unzipped look. You smile.
‘We’re are we going’ You ask placing a purple gloved hand on a purple clad hip. ‘Captain’