Bodysuit - Making a Sacrifice

 Continuing our requests until the initial batch is complete, this one goes out to Zoe, hope you enjoy!

 

"This thing is..." Jeremy muttered to himself, trying and failing to get comfortable. "...absolutely ridiculous. I can't believe this is even real..."

"Tee hee..." his fiancee Shandra giggled. "Do you mean the suit or the outfit?"

"Both..." Jeremy groaned, tugging at the bustier top and then the tight pleather shorts. 

"How does it feel though, really?" Shandra asked, scanning him over. "I mean it looks... like, you ARE this woman. That all looks so real."

"Well, it feels real..." Jeremy explained, turning and running his hands over the bodysuit. "The skin is just as sensitive as my own. These boobs are heavy. These clothes feel tight...I can feel the shorts getting sucked in between my legs like..."

"Heh, tee hee..." Shandra interrupted him unintentionally by giggling as she watched. "Sorry, but you look so uncomfortable, haha."

"I've ever even seen you wear something this tight and revealing, and yet here I am, my first day with the suit..." Jeremy complained.

"Well, you wanted to help save money for the wedding and weren't getting much at the bar in tips in your actual skin..." Shandra reminded.

"I just didn't expect THIS to be a real solution..." Jeremy countered. "Your brother really works on these for a living...and let us borrow one..."

"I can tell you this, you'll get more in tips in that body, in that outfit, tonight that you would all week in your own, so...that'll help with wedding funds..." Shandra reminded him.

Jeremy sighed and reached up behind his neck. "I hate that the zipper absorbs like this...makes me feel trapped..." The back of his neck just felt like any other patch of skin...slightly more sensitive than usual given his temporary female anatomy.

"All we have to do is unlock it via the app on your phone," Shandra reminded, handing him his phone. "So don't worry about it. Just go in there, be the hot, sexy bartender you are now, and bring home enough to cover the open bar at the wedding." 

He shoved the phone...as much as it would fit anyway...into one of the tight pockets of his shorts. They embraced, and Jeremy headed off for his shift...

It was uncomfortable, in multiple definitions of that word, but it was profitable. It was worth it - all the stares at his enhanced chest, at the cameltoe between his legs, the awkward flirts by male patrons - when he took home three time what he makes on the same kind of night in his guy form. 

When he arrived home, he showed the stack of cash to Shandra who was thrilled. This plan really was going to work...and then she asked him to take off the suit so she could "thank him properly" for making this sacrifice for their wedding...

...but the phone was no longer in his pocket. It must have slipped out during his shift. The searched the apartment, the bar, his car...but it was gone. No where to be found.

They went to Shandra's brother...but he couldn't help. For security reasons, only the app on the phone of the wearer could lock/unlock the suit. He explained that Jeremy would have about 72 hours to find his phone and unlock the suit...before it bonded to his skin permanently...