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Karen Softly woke up. She felt calmed. Relaxed. Rested. She
tried to get up, but felt stiff. She pulled away the bedsheet
and was startled to realize that she was wearing a full body suit,
made of denim. The pants part were the same as before, but her
shirt has been replaced by a denim one, complete with attached
gloves, and all very tight. She sat on the side of the bed. Well,
she more or less lean on the bed, hardly able to bend her waist.
The bed, or rather the table she was on, was about 1.5m high.
She slowly let herself down. She was still wearing her platform
shoes. She started to examine her clothes. It was skin tight,
from the knees up. Only from the knees down, they were kind of
tubular, like it was originally. For the rest, it was very tight.
Her arms were almost impossible to bend or lift, and her breasts
were molded in the denim, not squished, making them appear bigger,
enhanced by her now very slim waist. She stretched her arms, which
made the suit bite her crotch. She became hot. The zipper was
now running up to her throath. She tried to pull it down, but
it was fused, like it was on her jeans. Someone entered the room.
"Hello. I see you've woke up." Karen recognize the voice
as the same one who talked to her before she fell asleep. "My
name is Dahala" said the soft reassuring voice in her head.
"How do you feel?"
"Euh, fine" said Karen. "Thank You." She turned
toward Pete, who was still sleeping.
"Oh" said Dahala "your companion is fine. His injuries
were much more serious than yours. He should wake up in a few
of what you call hours"
Karen opened her arms, looking at her suit.
"What about this?" she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry" said Dahala "Is there something
wrong? If it's not supposed to be that way, I can arrange that.
We reconstructed your clothes by what's was left of them. Your
pants were intact, but your shirt was completely destroyed. I
assumed that since the pants were so resistant, you would like
to have the full suit made of it. As for your shoes, one heel
was broken, as well as your ankle. As you can probably feel, we
made some modifications too. Once buckled at the ankle, the sole
of the food kind of fuse with the shoe, and the ankle can't twist
or bend sideways, only forward and backward. That should keep
the ankle injuries from happening again. I must say that you have
strange ways to clothe yourself. Not very practical. But then
again, your culture is unknown to us"
"Wow, thanks" said Karen, "but it was not exactly
that way..." and she started explaining who they were, where
they were from, and why she had these clothes in the first place,
and what she "felt" of them now.
"I see" said Dahala. "Give me a little time, I
think I'll have a solution that will suit your needs perfectly."
Two hours had passed. Pete was waking up. The first thing he
saw was Karen in that tight fitting jeans bodysuit.
"Wow. Nice outfit." He, for himself, was wearing a "repaired"
standard earth uniform. "I'm sorry to tell you that it's
gonna be even worse for you to run away from whoever these monsters
are."
At that moment, Dahala came back, holding a small box, the
size of a pocket pager, in her hand.
"Karen, I think you're gonna like this... Oh, hello Pete.
How are you doing?"
