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Samantha was an undercover FBI agent. The current task was to infiltrate an illegal cartel to find out who was the head of it, but the only plausible way was to go as Catwoman. But there was a catch, Catwoman was in prison and she wore an indestructible latex suit that she was cursed to wear. There was no way to remove it and her face hidden by the hood that covered her head and face, even lenses over the eyes kept anyone from seeing her eyes including herself. Catwoman wasn't to be trusted. There was a scientist that had an invention that could swap bodies with Samantha and Catwoman. This was risky as there was only on machine in the world that could do this and if it broke, there was no way to switch back. Samantha breathed deep when she was laying on the gurney next to Catwoman who was sedated. Her suit included 6.5 inch heeled boots, attached gloves, and thick gauge nipple rings, the left one had a leash attached. Samantha gulped and she was sedated, when Samantha woke up,

Centuries had passed since Lori found herself ensnared in the mysterious outfit, its grip on her becoming an undeniable part of her existence. The outfit's properties had indeed preserved her from the ravages of time, ensuring that her youthful appearance and vitality remained unchanged. However, this immortality came at a steep price – her freedom. Despite the passage of time, Lori's determination to find a way out of her latex prison had never wavered. She had spent countless hours searching for any clue, any hint of a mechanism that could release her from her confinement. One day, a glimmer of hope emerged. Lori stumbled upon a hidden passage, a long-forgotten tunnel that led deep beneath the earth, toward an ancient repository of artifacts left behind by the same civilization that had created her outfit. The descent into the cavern was arduous, the narrow passage and treacherous footing making it a perilous journey. Lori's restrictive high heel boots, a constant reminder of her

This is a sequel to Forever Cosplay by https://www.deviantart.com/hank-the-bobcat you will have to read it to understand this story. Eva and Avani woke up the next morning thinking the events of the evening before were just a bad dream. Eva was the first to realize something was amiss when she attempted to roll over, but the hampering hoop skirt wouldn’t allow it. Avani woke to the severe arching of her feet and when she reached up to wipe the sleep out of her eyes, she was greeted by a mirror finished black glove. After about a quick question and answer session between the both of them on the events of the prior evening, it was apparent the situation they were in was well too real. Apparently, the shady figures from the night before did not enter the brightly lit apartment. Taking another round of attempting to remove the costumes proved just as futile the night before. Avani dug her razor sharp nails attached to her gloves and attempted to cut the material of her costume.

This is also no longer available on the internet. Written by a different author. The Outfit, A Sequel by Hardcore I loved the story called The Outfit by Lethr and I felt compelled to write a sequel to it, so, here it is. I hope Lethr doesn't mind. It had been a long time, since Lori dropped the disk into her boot and locked the outfit onto herself. Almost 100 years, in fact. Yet, like the leaf found at the site so long ago, she had not aged. She was still a beautiful young woman, with flowing brown hair, pert breasts and a beautiful figure. She was the lust of every young man she saw and was blessed with the gift of immortality. She was rich, having decided to use her predicament to her advantage and sold her services as a dominatrix or a dancer for horny old men. However, she could never find happiness. She could only stay in a place for so long, since her friends and lovers would begin to notice that she didn't age and would start to question her. Her feet ached from the tightness

A story no longer on the internet written by GreyRose The Sutcliffe Chronicles: Learning Curve Author: GreyRose greycat88@hotmail.com Lora leaned back in the nufoam cushions of the seat and closed her aching eyes. Having read over numerous sayings from The Book and not finding them as comforting as usual, she tapped the icon that set the quotations back to their hourly presentation. Opening her eyes again, she stretched and scissored her synthaskin clad legs. Lora turned to watch the trees fly past the carrier's window. She thought back to how everything had changed in just a few weeks. Then she was just another Citizen, a nobody, now she was a state heroine. Just because she had turned a friend over to the Guilds. * * * * * Not long ago she had a friend, Beth. They had met at the office, and shared lunch time chat and the occasional get together for a movie or some shopping. Both were young and shapely, Lora with rich auburn hair and Beth with light brown. Beth always made the joke