Mary might've underestimated a bit how much teleporting, experimenting and, most importantly, masturbation tired the body as she quickly fell asleep while thinking. The next morning she was uncomfortably awoken by her alarm, though her disgruntlement soon turned into delight when she saw her part-wetsuit body. She considered another short round of self-rubbing, but decided against it to save time she might need to explain to her father why she's running around in her wetsuit at home. Thankfully despite being a brilliant scientist he was rather slow on the uptake in regards to his daughter. The main reason why she was able to constantly go in and out of his lab and play with his experiments without him noticing.
As it turned out she’d have more than enough time this morning. On the kitchen table she found a note by her father saying he’d be gone for the next few days due to an emergency with an invention for a previous client. Mary couldn't contain her smile. She did dearly love her father, but even easier access to his lab was a good tradeoff in her mind.
But unfortunately first came school. The young scientist in her was eager to see how other people would react to her coming to classes in her un-nude form and if anyone would even notice anything. If even she had problems making out her nipples from her vantage point, they were probably invisible to others. She still packed some clothes into her school bag, just in case.
For once she was enjoying the walk to school. The morning breeze was tingling her exposed privates without feeling cold. Additionally, despite being barefoot her feet were perfectly fine going over the sidewalk. Giving up separate toes was worth it for that alone.
The reactions of the other students were exactly as expected. She had already a reputation for bringing in not entirely safe experiments and her coming to school in her surfing wetsuit is also nothing new, so this was just the intersection. Everyone just gave her the usual passing glances and didn't dwell too much on her wetsuited appearance. Nobody noticed that a technically nude girl right in their middle was getting off on that exact fact.
This continued for the rest of the school day, even the teachers not focusing much on her choice of appearance. In spite of her reputation, Mary had a nicely sized circle of friends she’d always spend the lunch period together with. Working together to contain scientific mishaps is a surprisingly effective way to bond (even if 9 times out of 10 Mary was the cause).
“So, Mary, why are you wearing your wetsuit? It's not the right season for you to wear it,” one of her friends, Ashley, asked. The head-cheerleader had been Mary’s arch-nemesis for most of their lives. This changed during middle school, when a failed body swap experiment created a mind-link between the two and forced them to share thoughts, emotions and memories with each other for nearly a full week. Through it they developed a respect for each other that soon turned into a close friendship.
Mary smirked. “Who said I’m ‘wearing’ the wetsuit?” she said while specifically pinching her black nipples. “I am the wetsuit.” From that she launched into an explanation on what happened to her the previous day. Meanwhile her friends’ eyes went wider with each word. “And my father won't be back for the next few days, so how about you all come over this afternoon and try it on your own?”
Mary could tell that her friends were all contemplating this, even if they looked indecisive, but she had the right words to turn this around. “This wetsuit skin is truly useful. Not only am I protected from wind and weather, it absorbs all fluids on my skin. I could be jacking off right under this table and you wouldn't notice a thing. And as I mentioned, it's totally and fully reversible. Didn't you ever wear something wishing it could be your second skin?”
Lunch break ended soon after, but Mary knew she had caught her friends’ attention hook, line and sinker.
After school Mary didn't have to wait long for her first friend, Ashley, to arrive, quickly followed by all the others. All carried bags that probably held the outfit of their choice. She led her friends down into the lab and presented to them the teleporter that gave her this wonderful body. “So, who wants first?”
Ashley was the first to step forward. Mary suspected that since their mind-link incident some of her own willingness to self-experiment carried over to the cheerleader. “Just to clarify, we go in wearing whatever we want and once it's done we’ll be like you?”
“Eeyup, that’s the gist of it. What outfit did you choose?”