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I had just woken up, wearing the new suit I had found on my bed. As it dawns upon me, that I am still wearing the suit, I find myself quite excited; it had not been a dream, the suit is actually there.

Being given a suit is always nice. I love being given a new suit. Just that none of these, old suits; could possibly compare with this one, I am currently wearing. While a new suit is wonderful, they always are; but this time, this suit is actually special. It will always be special, to me; no matter how many new suits I am given.

A Latex Suit is supposed to be tight, it is part of what defines it as a Latex Suit for me. Is this just me?

A Classical suit is supposed to be Black, or so they say. I am not sure exactly why. Do I even care? Not to say, that I would mind my suit being black. At least, I never did.

While the room is still dark, as it is so early in the morning; I am still covered by the Quilt, so I can’t quite see the colour of my Suit. Maybe she is Black? Maybe she is Red? Maybe she is Skin tone? Yet, I know she is smooth and most likely glossy. This is one of the special qualities of a Latex Suit. She is Smooth and Glossy. At least, this is special to me.

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While my room is still dark, with just a little light entering the room through cracks in the blinder; I still feel the tightness, caused by the suit contracting around my entire form.

I am not alone. She is with me, even if she is the suit covering my skin. I do not mind.

Her mere presence is warming my heart, just by being there. How does one put words to the feeling? I simply can’t put a finger on, how this feels.

It’s just a bliss to have her, the joy I know I will have with me forevermore.

I slide my right hand out, from under the Quilt; folding the corner in against the wall, before I finally slide my feet out from under the Quilt. I find myself sitting up, on the top of my bed; pushing myself forwards, only to stand up on my own two feet.

There is a light thud; and a gentle squeak, as my feet hit the floor. The squeak is a gift, from my suit; she gave it to me, for hosting her in the form I had supplied her with.

In the dark; all Cats are grey; my suit is a dark gray, the eye can barely see. Maybe it is all the same; just so long, as I can feel her covering my form.

As I am standing up; the hue of her form slowly grows darker, picking up the luster and glossy sheen I so hotly desire.

I can see; that everything is where I had left it, the day before. Well, why not? It isn’t, as if anyone had been in the room.

I sense a hint of the squeaking noises, with each step I take. Every move I make; echoed by the squeaks of the suit, I am wearing. These cute little noises, are music to my ears.

As I had scanned the room, in order to orient myself; I turn my focus towards my wardrobe, steering my steps over the floor of my room. A moment later, I reach my destination; opening the door to the wardrobe, containing my daytime wear.

Not that I am slipping, or that the soles of her feet are slippery in the least; but she does add a little extra grip, just to test the waters.

“This could be very useful, while I am otherwise bare-foot..” I respond; “I do enjoy this initiative!” I then add.

“Since it is a new day, would you prefer me in skin-tone?” she inquires.

“That would permit me to wear you; without anyone noticing it, so: Yes!” I confirm.

“Good..” she responds; “thank you!” she continues; with that, my suit is turning the light pinkish hue, of my skin.

“Could you apply the effect of a pair of Panties and a Top?” I inquire.

“Yes, I can; that is only too easy..” she responds; “but you can’t take these illusory garments off of you, by any means; besides, they will still look and feel like the same latex as the rest of me!” she explains.

“That’s fine..” I respond; “Perfect!” I exclaim; “Oh, oh, oh..” I sigh; as I feel the panties and top tightening up around me, supporting my form.

“Since these underwear only covers your private parts; would you want them in Cerise, too?” she inquires.

“Yes, please!” I respond.

“Then I will remember; that you prefer your underwear, in this bright Cerise!” she confirms, as the colour is changing, and a darker hem is applied with the effect of deep purple stitches along the hem.

I select a bright red Knee-long, tight skirt; extracting it from within my wardrobe and step right into it, right and left. I pull my skirt all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

“I will remember this skirt!” she ponders; denoting the style I am choosing for myself, for the day.

Since I had chosen the red skirt, I select a pristine, why blouse; slipping my arms through the sleeves, right and left. With the blouse on, I start to button the blouse up from the bottom and all the way up to my chin, not leaving any button unbuttoned.

Finally, I select a matching vest top; slipping my arms in, right and left. I button it up, just as with the blouse I had just put on.

“I could give you a pair of knee-long socks, if you wish!” she suggests.

“Yes, please!” I respond, quite eagerly.

The next moment, the effect of the desired socks take shape on my feet and up to my knees.

“Perfect!” I exclaim.

“Time for your daytime make-up?” she inquires.

“Yes!” I respond.

“Okay!” she confirms, as she starts to apply the make-up, exactly as she had done the day before.

“Since you are differentiating between daytime, and nighttime; may I make a suggestion?” she inquires.

“Of course!” I respond.

“I could lacquer your nails ultra glossy, during the day; but leave them a natural mate, over the night?” she inquires.

“Yes, please..” I respond; “a great idea, I appreciate your initiative!” I confirm.

“Since it is daytime, now; you want your nails in the oval shape, five millimeters beyond the tip of your fingers?” she inquires.

“Yes, please..” I respond, watching my nails take the suggested form; “but just one millimeter from the tip, overall; during the night!” I suggest.

“I will remember that!” she confirms; “Your toenails should be a millimeter, just as your fingernails night style?” she inquires.

“Sounds good!” I respond.

“If you can follow this, I want to see and feel how my nails would come out..” I suggest; using the tip of the index finger to move the cuticle up to just a millimeter under the rim of the final joint; “ooh, ooh, ooh..” I exclaim, as I can see how she had interpreted the gesture I had just given her.

Each of my nails had changed, according to my suggestion; making my nails appear longer, without actually sticking out further from the tips of my fingers.

“Since you enjoyed the effect on me, with a deeper belly button; let me see, how it would come out on your belly!” she offers.

“Yes, please..” I respond, feeling how she is pulling the bottom of my belly button further and further down, stopping only at Pi Inches.

Once she had completed the adjustment.

“You do enjoy that!” she simply concludes.

“Yes..” I respond; “yes, Philine!” I respond.

“Would you like me to plug your new orifice; your belly button, too?” she inquires.

“Yes, Philine..” I respond; "please; slip a plug into my belly button, too!” I respond,, making sure we are on the same page.

“Then I will insert your belly button plug, now..” Philine responds.

As she is pronouncing the confirmation, I feel the plug sliding into my now Pi Inch deep belly button. In the process, it causes my belly to swell; causing a bulge, similar to her very own pregnant appearance. Just not as pronounced as hers was. Probably for the better.

“Ooh.. ooh.. ooh…” I sigh, as I feel the plug sliding into my belly button.

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I walk over to the door out of my room, open the door and step out of my room; before I close the door and continue to walk.

“Could you make my hair Golden Blond?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course!” she responds.

The next moment, my hair is changing hue; slowly taking on the desired colour, only for the change to be completed a mere two minutes later.