Sara & the Suit

Chapter 1

Sara saw her Dad leave the house from her bedroom window. She waited until he was in his car and driving away from the house before she went to his room. His birthday was coming up and she wasn’t sure of his clothing size, so wanted to sneak into his room to find out. She didn’t have much money from the little bit of babysitting she did on non-school nights, but it was enough to buy something nice for him. She wasn’t sure if she had enough for a shirt and some shorts, so she wanted to check on both sizes. He was off to work, so she had plenty of time to investigate and then buy something at the local Mall because school was closed for President’s Day.

When she entered the room, Sara saw the mess all along the floor. It was mostly clothes that missed the laundry basket he had stuffed in the corner of the room on top of some shoe boxes. She knew that since Mom died a few years back, he was pretty tired from having to work so hard to keep their lifestyle the way it was. Sara loved her father very much for all the things he did for them, but especially to never let it show on his face how beat down he was at times. Sara overheard some of the phone conversations he had with her Grandmother and Grandfather about making ends meet. Even at 14, Sara knew things were hard and appreciated everything she had and never asked for more than she needed.

As much as Sara wanted to clean up the mess, she also didn’t want him to know he was in his room. She usually respected his privacy and never came in there without his permission, but for his birthday present, there had to be an exception. She went to his closet which was off its tracks, so she had to muscle it open to see inside. She had to laugh at all the business shirts and pants wrapped in dry cleaner plastic. Sara would iron his clothes if he would just asked, but her Dad was too proud to do so. Being a little naive in buying clothes for men, she wasn’t sure if the shirt size for business clothes would be the same as t-shirts or polo shirts. She read 15 1/2 and was expecting to see x-large or large or something of that nature.

She couldn’t move the sliding door anymore than it was moved all ready, so she walked into the closet to see what else he might have in there, Sara pulled on the old metal links that extended from the lightbulb in the closet and the light snapped on rather brightly. She immediately saw an old trunk in the back corner of the closet. Out of curiosity, she decided to look what was in the trunk before checking on more shirt sizes. When she opened it, her heart skipped a beat. It was mom’s old clothes.

Sara really missed her a lot, and loved the caring way her mother took care of her. Every night before Sara went to bed she was always asked what was for breakfast tomorrow as if she knew the menu. If she said, “bacon and eggs”, 2 days later there were bacon and eggs. If she said, “blueberry pancakes”, 2 days later there were blueberry pancakes. It was always 2 days later, which Sara always got a kick out of. Sara tried to challenge her every now and then, but even if it was mango juice and turkey sausage links, it was on the table waiting for her 2 days later.

Her Dad often said to Sara that she had her mother’s green eyes, blond hair and bronzed complexion. She wasn’t sure if she looked exactly like her mom, but that much was true. She died when she was 11, a little more than 3 years ago, and it still made her cry when she thought about it. Sara pulled out a summery flower print dress that she remembered her mother wearing to Sunday mass. Her mother always made clothes look glamorous. As she backed out of the closet Sara looked at it with her arms extended as if she could recapture the memory even more. Catching herself in the full length mirror on the wall she held the dress up to herself. She seemed close to her mother’s height and size, although she might lack a little of the body maturity her mother had, it still might come close to fitting her. Wondering just that, she decided it wouldn’t hurt to honor her memory with trying it on.

She removed her blue, yellow and white flannel pajamas and tried on the similarly colored floral dress. She gleely noticed they had the same taste in colors as she buttoned the dress up. Once she had it completely on, Sara was surprised how wonderful she looked in it. Her chest was only a blossoming 32b as compared to her Mother who might have been somewhere between a c and d cup, and there lied the only difference in how it fit the young teenager. She spun elegantly around admiring her new look. Sara wondered what else she possibly could try on, so before she got her mother’s dress all dusty, she removed it and went back into the closet with only panties and socks to find the next outfit.

Trying to move the chest to better lighting was too much for Sara, so she just had to pull one piece out at a time and examine it in the fully lit bedroom. Finding a few sweaters and jeans and a couple of t-shirts, she tried on just about everything. The pants slid down her hips, so they didn’t really work too well, but the tops were a good fit. One of the light blue sweaters was so nice, she felt like keeping it, but she knew better, so she folded it up with the other clothes she had piled on her dad’s bed. Everything was in pretty good shape surprisingly after all the time that went by. There was a bit of a musty smell on most of the items, but it really wasn’t too bad. Towards the bottom of the trunk, there was this wrinkly silver object Sara wasn’t too sure if it was clothes or something else. As she pulled it from the trunk, an extended wire came out of the box with it. Getting it back into the bedroom, Sara still wasn’t sure what she was looking at.

It looked like a full-body space suit with various black patches or attachments around the suit in different places. The wire that extended from the suit was nothing more than a plug for a wall socket. Sara thought at first it was something out of the 70s, but she really wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was quite wrinkly with lines, so Sara thought it must have aged a bit from the storage. She wanted to try it on, but decided to plug it in first just in case something went wrong. There was a slight humming sound coming from the suit, but it was barely noticeable. Maybe it was for working out or a losing weight, Sara thought to herself.

She decided to try it on to see what it felt like. Realizing that the wire extended from a small hole in the suit, Sara moved back to the bed and sat down at the edge. The wire still came out of the suit with no problem and she pulled it some more so it wouldn’t interfere with her putting the suit on. Placing her feet in first, then pulling the suit up to her legs and then to her hips and butt, the suit swam loosely about her. She continued to place her upper body into the suit and zipped it in up as far as her neck. She looked at the mirror and laughed uncontrollably at the sight of herself. She looked like the tin man from the movie, Wizard of Oz, except with a wrinkly tin covering. The thing didn’t fit at all, it was so big on her. It would surprise her if she could walk too far in it. Her mother must have worn this for Halloween, she thought and giggled some more at her foolishness. What was the plug for though? She wanted to see if the wire into the suit went anywhere specifically, but before she could trace the connection, she felt an object in a side pocket by her waist. Pulling it out she saw a small black remote control the size and shape of a saltine cracker. There were indicator lights in several locations around some of the buttons. There was a red button alone in the top corner that read “power/off”, and 2 rows of silver buttons that read:
“speed +”, “speed -“, “heat +”, “heat -“, “Upper”, “Lower”, “Full Body”, “S & M”, “Oil” and “Timed”

After hitting the power button, Sara slapped her forehead and realized the batteries must be dead. Unsnapping the back of the remote, she smiled and knew the problem wasn’t the batteries being dead because there weren’t any. Wanting so much to see what the suit did, she climbed out of the suit and ran downstairs to the kitchen to find what appeared to be a triple A battery. Going through the draw that had all the batteries, she found one that fit just fine. Hitting the power button she saw the light flicker, so she knew she was in business. She hastily cleaned up the mess she made and ran back upstairs.

Upon getting back to her dad’s bedroom she noticed a grease mark of some sort on her panties. She took some tissues to clean the inside of the suit and wiped it clean but found small traces of oily grease throughout the inside of the suit which took more effort than expected. Not wanting to further stain her panties or socks, she removed them both before zipping the suit back up to her neck. This time she noticed a loose strap by the neck that snapped over the zipper and slid like a belt into the side of the neck and locked into place hiding the zipper from view. Sara figured it was to prevent the chin or neck from being cut for the metal edge of the zipper. It didn’t make her look anymore fashionable so she didn’t care either way.

Not knowing what to expect, she braced herself as she depressed the power button, and instantly a hissing sound came from somewhere in the suit. She felt the suit shift somewhat against her. As seconds elapsed, the suit started to squeeze tightly, yet quite comfortably against her naked body. She noticed this first around her feet and legs where the suit started to take her shape as the silvery wrinkles slowly smoothed themselves out to a skin-tight layer of shiny material. Her hips completed the lower body transformation and she was absolutely astonished how painted on the suit was now appearing. As the wrinkles cleared their way up her stomach, she felt it somewhat encase her breasts rather than simply cover them. The skin tightness of the suit finished finally all the way up to her neck and shoulders. There were small black patches all along the suit, mostly concentrated on different places on her legs, stomach, back, shoulders, neck and chest. There was also a rather large black covering in the shape of a cheese wedge surrounding her most private of areas. It extended about 6″ from the body and was odd in the relative look of the suit.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Sara was surprised how her body looked. If it wasn’t for the odd black triangle and patches, her body’s shapely figure looked as if she was painted silver. Every shapely curve was accentuated and because she kept in good physical shape, even the grooves of her tight stomach and muscled legs stood out. She admired her appearance and felt somewhat comfortable with this second skin. The appearance was reminescent to a funhouse mirror, so very shiney although it was hard to see your face without looking distorted. The texture had such a silky smooth feeling much like satin or silk, but better. The only thing she could compare it to in her mind was like a sheet of ice, but minus the cold.

Interested in testing one of the other buttons, Sara hit the “Timed” button, a green light in the remote went on, but nothing else happened. She waited a little while before she hit it again, a second green light went on next to the other one, but still nothing happened. She went to the “heat+” button and a red light went on next to the first green light. Immediately Sara felt a wave of warmth enter the suit. It was not hot, just a nice warm feel. She hit the “heat -“, the red light disappeared and the suit took about a minute, but the temperature returned to where it was. Next, Sara hit the “heat +” twice, two red lights appeared and was followed by a stronger feeling of warmth. It was very comfortable to Sara.

Hitting the “Upper” button next she felt a massage on her shoulders and neck, and with the heat it gave a pleasant relaxing feeling. She laid back on the bed and enjoyed the feeling. Sara was definitely liking this suit, and once she realized it was some kind of high tech massaging device, she knew that speed would make it a deeper massage. Hitting the “speed +” button a couple of times confirmed that fact. The massage got stronger and more intense and she started to feel a slight pulsing massage on her breasts. It gave Sara a bit of a strange feeling, but nice and she enjoyed it more and more as the heat added to the pleasure.

Realizing what the “Lower” button was, she felt if she was going to enjoy the massage, the “Full Body” would be the next choice to make. When she hit the button, the upper massage, started anew with the shoulders and neck, but she also felt her feet rubbed intensely. She put her whole body on her dad’s bed and laid back trying to just enjoy all the sensations of the suit. The suit was working her shoulders and feet so good, she just had to lay there and close her eyes. Sara had plenty of time to get to the business at hand in regards to her Father’s clothing, but for now she would relish in her Mother’s massage suit.

With one eye open she depressed the “speed +” button of the remote once more, and the intensity increased yet again. The massage worked-up her calves and ankles and it felt so relaxing and good. All the tension was leaving her body. Her lower back felt a bit rubbing now and this relaxed her even further. Suddenly, the relaxation took a new turn and again Sara felt the strange feeling in her breasts as she felt the rubbing center around her nipple area. The new sensations the blond teen was now experiencing made her feel dreamy all over. Sometimes in the shower she had this fleeting feeling in her breasts, but it was brief and she didn’t think much about it.