Whispers of White - Pt.21

Part 21 – Inside the Barn

Faye stepped fully into the dim barn.
The interior was as abandoned as it looked from outside: sagging beams overhead, cobwebs draping forgotten corners, rusted tools hanging crooked on the walls.
Old bridles and harnesses dangled from pegs, leather cracked and stiff with age.

For one brief second she felt a flicker of boredom - how ordinary, how dull compared to everything else today.

Then curiosity won.
She crossed to a row of weathered wooden cabinets and drawers along the far wall, pulled one open with a creak.

Inside lay a jumble of forgotten things: a few worn leather belts coiled like snakes, a crumpled pink dress folded carelessly on top — and beneath that, something sleek and black, glossy under the faint light filtering through cracked boards.

She lifted it out.
A catsuit.
Tight, shiny latex or something very like it, seamless and daring, clearly made to hug every curve.

Faye’s muzzle curved into a slow, wicked grin.
“Oh,” she murmured, voice low and rougher than before.
“This could get interesting.”

She held the garment up, letting it catch what little light there was, already imagining how it would feel stretched over her new body.