You feel a twitch around your neck and look down to see the same glistening black latex working its way down the front of your sweatshirt. Shit! You try using the broken scissors like a knife to cut off your shirt, but it is far too late. The still liquid stuff around your neck will cut, unlike the faux leather pants, but as fast as you cut it flows back together. After a few moments trying this you see that it is quite futile with the latex not only thwarting your attempts to cut it off but also already around your shoulders and spreading. As the tightening latex flows over your torso and arms you give up on trying to rid yourself of it and instead head for the bathroom mirror to get a better look at what it is doing to you.
At first it looks drippy and rather amorphous with ropes of the latex material between your arms and waist and a general oozing from your neck to navel, but gradually the shirt gains details. What looked unintentional become three rubber hoses connecting each arm to your body with a bulbous link at each end. Vertical ribbing form on your chest and abdomen and then start cinching together giving your body the classic "V" form and making you stand up straight.
It actually looks rather good, if awfully wicked. By cinching in your waist and emphasizing your chest it makes you look like someone who works out regularly, though also someone who looks to have sex requiring safewords. And though sexy it is very alarming and only gets worse when your leather pants twitch, nearly throwing you off balance. The costume is trying to move you! After a few moments struggling in the doorway out of the bathroom like a deadly serious version of Steve Martin doing a sketch about being possessed. But the rubber and leather outfit wins this round when it yanks your arms down to your sides and sends you staging across your bedroom to your computer.
That it only wanted you to sit in front of your computer instead of taking you back out into the perilous streets is a bit of a relief. After being dumped in the chair you relax for a moment before the restrictions upon your arms change to an almost ouija like motion. It moves your right arm to the mouse. Nothing happens until you grip the mouse and then it moves again to hover over the menu. And so it goes, your outfit moving your arms to a point and then waiting for you to do an action with your hands like a patient ghost. You ask rhetorically, "What does it want?" The eerie motion of your arms soon produces an answer as first a text editor is opened and then it moves your hands over the keyboard to hunt and peck out its message.
GIVE YOU PLEASURE
That doesn't make any sense and so you ask aloud, "What? By trapping me?"
Once again it moves to slowly spell out another ungrammatical message
TRAINING SUIT RELEASE YOUR DESIRES
You think about that a while. Yeah you find, found, the new leather pants sexy and might find the bondage shirt fun for a lark, but this is way extreme and scary. You ask out loud, "What desires?"
Again the suit moves your arms in that ouija like way.
YOU CHOOSE WHAT YOU BECOME;