As soon as you lay the blade against the catsuit there is sudden release of pressure against your skin as the latex suddenly spilts and opens around your neck, the four pieces peeling back on themselves like petals of a flower as it sheds itself, stopping only as it reaches your hips.
You shake your arms free of the last of the cloying material, stretching and flexing fingers, wondering how hard it'll be to get the damn suit off your lower half and marvelling at how cold this room feels on your naked breasts.
You wince as the nipples respond the cold air, and then panic as you recall that you never used to have breasts.
You reach further down to where the catsuit still pins your penis against you skin, the reassuring shape at odds with the new additions and the disasociated feeling of touching it through the latex.
You touch your new breasts, feeling the warmth under your hands and try to collect your confused thoughts...