After I dried myself off, I rubbed baby powder all over my body - trick of the trade. It helps slide the dress on and it helps to keep you from sweating in the vinyl.

Taking the dress down off the hanger, I smelled its rubbery scent. It creaked slightly in my hands as I held it. I pulled it on, each leg easing gradually into the dress. The feeling over it slowly engulfing my legs was erotic, like I was beginning to make love to my dress. I felt myself get wet between my legs.

I pull it higher up my legs, seeing them disappear inside, feeling my legs stretching it slightly, admiring how it brings out the voluptuous tone of my body. As I pull it up over my hips, I feel it come to press against me. I was enjoying putting the dress on a bit more than you'd expect someone would.

I slide the dress upwards, squeezing myself inside it, constricting me, restraining me, making me work for what I want. I pulled it over my arms, sliding into the sleeves, the tightness of it covering me like a security blanket, a rubber blanket, but nonetheless a blanket.

Eventually my hands emerged from the ends of the sleeves, and I pulled the back over my shoulders, settling it into place. Finally I take hold of the full-length zipper and pull it up. It glides upwards, barely making a noise, sealing me inside my new vinyl home.

I slipped my feet into the black vinyl boots that went up to my knees. They also zipped up on the side. The six inch heels made me 5’ 11” tall.

I stood in front of my full length mirror and looked over myself. I had never looked so hot before. I had my long black hair with the Bettie Page bangs cascading down to the middle of my back, red lipstick and black eyeliner. The contrast of the red and black against my pale skin made me look very sexy and alluring. I turned myself on.