In another fifteen minutes I would be home and could rip these clothes off and have a hot bath. The wind picked up and the cold started to seep throu...h my clothes. It was early March, but spring hadn’t quite kicked in yet, making the nights still very cold. Despite my large breasts, my body was tiny with little to no fat and it didn’t take long for me to get cold. I could feel my nipples getting hard, and the sensation started to get me wet. Maybe I could take a toy into the bath with me. The termappliances never even registered. When it did, all he could dowas think of ovens and dishwashers and clothes washers.Appliances? What ever could they be talking about?He soon found out. They told him it was now time for his bodymolding. First they sprayed some kind of a solvent and then glueon his chest. The solvent was to remove any residual body oilsand make his skin dry and receptive to the glue. Then theyshowed him what he would soon be wearing.The device looked like a blob of. I wore it buttoned once at my sternum, and then tied in a knot at my waist, with my long sleeves buttoned at the wrist. My skirt was very short and was a thin cotton faux-wool knit red-checkered plaid. Around my small waist I wore an ocean-blue school sweater, tied and low around my hips. My legs were the best part I thought. I wore over-the-knee white socks, not quite thigh-high stockings, and had plenty of bare skin. On my feet was a pair of shiny black “Mary-Jane’s. The outfit had fit. Oh, shit, I thought and he was out in the hallway with me holding a towel in front of his dick. He was pissed and wanted to know how much I saw. I told him and apologized to him. We are actually real close for brothers so he couldn't stay real mad at me. By now his girlfriend had joined us, and she was only wearing a long tee shirt that barely covered her snatch. She always liked me too and she put her arm around me and playfully told my brother not to yell at me. Well, all I had on were my.