“Would you like to try on your purchase? If you’re waiting on someone, that’ll pass the time and it’ll be fun,” said Lola, flashing Jennifer a toothy smile, a fanged toothy smile.
“Yeah, that’ll do,” said Jennifer, trying not to look too hard at the mouth full of sharp, gleaming white teeth.
Lola pointed her towards the changing rooms and Jennifer went in.
The changing rooms were nothing fancy, just a row of stalls set into a side-hallway. Jennifer locked the door behind her, the old sliding latch making just enough noise to be annoying. She took the vinyl dress out of the shopping bag and unfolded it. She turned it around, admiring the shiny black material. Curiously, there was a small slot in the fabric on the back side, where the base of the spine would be on the person wearing it.
Jennifer's heart rate spiked - there was something about it she couldn’t put into words. She disrobed down to her undergarments and socks, then pulled it over her head, taking in a lungful of the vinyl rubber smell. It smelt a bit like new tires but not as strong. She put her arms through the sleeves and began working it down around her neck.
The vinyl was firm but flexible. She had worried it was going to be too tight but it was perfectly snug. She finished putting it on, adjusting the turtle neck so it looked nice and straight, then admired herself in the mirror on the wall.
The fit was surprising. It looked and felt like it had been tailor-made just for her, the way it fit so perfectly and brought out her curves. It even looked slimming which was very welcome to her.
Jennifer ran one hand up and down the dress.
It felt so warm on her.
Like a second skin…