Inside the surprisingly heavy bag were multiple black garments. Latex stockings. Latex boy shorts. Latex tub top. Latex Crop top. Latex bra. Latex pants. Latex shirt. Latex gloves. Latex Bodysuit. and... That was it. No latex mask. Damien chuckled at the thought, but knew these were intended for practical purposes, and were probably the most simple and unadorned items the Doctors could find. Also inside were an instruction book, and two bottles. One was uncreatively named "Latex Polish" while the other had the alluring title "Body Glide Couture Latex Lube."
"Kinky" Damien said. He picked at his horn again and pondered how nonchalant he had become about sex stuff. He felt social shame, but when he was by himself it was like 90% of all inhibitions had been washed away. His language was that of bodily pleasure, it was no more complicated than that. That didn't mean he was happy about his new T&A. Quite to the contrary. He fucking hated it. But... he wasn't ashamed of it. With a sigh, he glanced at the clock. He had two hours to get ready for this mysterious meeting, and that meant 2 hours to see if these clothes really were comfortable. He opened the curtain to the observation room and hallway to see if anyone was walking by, and then didn't close it as he slipped out of the shirt and panties, used the "Body Glide" on the latex boy shorts, turned his back to the window and slid the shorts slowly and deliberately up his legs, thighs, and then letting them catch on the curvature of his ass cheeks before tugging them higher, higher, and finally let them snap into place. He could feel someone watching. He had no idea how he could feel it, but he could. When he looked over his shoulder there was a cute nurse, jaw hanging open, holding a drink carrier with four more smoothies inside. The drink carrier started to fall, and Damien's heart leapt.
"HEY!" He pointed desperately at the drinks.
The nurses started and caught the drink before they tipped over, but Damien glared at her annoyed that she'd be so careless with something so precious. These drinks turned out to be more like frappes than smoothies. One vanilla, One chai. One he really couldn't be bothered to taste, and the last he couldn't give a fuck. It wasn't the flavor that mattered it was what they added to them once they got back to the hospital. He wondered if there was a bashful group of residents relieving stress into his drinks, or if his "protein supplements" were taken from cold storage after dead eyed donors filled up a little cup in a sad room with 5 year old girlie mags. She hoped the former, but couldn't say why if she thought about it.
The cups were empty in moments. Her tongue was languidly curling around each finger that had touched the cups as she sought out every last morsel. She licked the inside of the cups, and the outside, and the straws, and then smirked and glanced up at the nurse who had remained by the window after pushing the drinks through the decontamination slots. Damien waved with the tips of her fingers, and the nurse scrambled away bashfully.
It was fun seeing people behave like that. Knowing that HE could illicit that reaction in them.
It wasn't until he had stacked up the cups and tossed them in the biohazard waste bin (nothing was just trash when it came to him) that he realized he had forgotten he was wearing the latex boy shorts. Any other garment was just constantly there. Impossible to ignore, he just had to push it to the back of his mind and cope, but this? It felt like a second skin... Hell it felt like his skin. He ran his fingers up his thigh and appreciated how muted the powerful sensation was once his thick black nails reached the latex. It actually was just a bit more sensitive than his old skin used to feel.
Feeling optimistic, he lubed up, and slipped the bra, shirt, and pants on next, no longer worried about putting on a show, and then turned his eyes to the dresser... The particle board furniture in the corner of the room held some of his old clothes, and a lot of new clothes, very few of which he had actually been able to tolerate... Heart fluttering with trepidation, he pulled out a pair of jeans sized for his new body and tailored with a hole for his tail and... Slid them on. That was it. They felt good, almost sensual as the were filled out by his ass and thighs, and maybe a little temptuous with how tightly they hugged his flesh, but once they were in place, they were just jeans. Biting his lip with excitement, he slipped his old black hoodie over his head. After getting the hood caught on his horn for a second, he straightened it out, and felt just fine.
"YES!" Damien began to hop up and down and pump his fists into the sky. "YES YES YES!" He cried again. He looked out the window and saw another nurse walking by. He didn't recognize her, but he didn't care. He pointed at his hoodie and shouted "Clothes!" She wore a confused look, but gave him a thumbs up.
Damien ran to the bathroom to see what he looked like in the mirror. He hadn't expected himself to be quite so excited over clothes, but after 10 days, this was such a huge step towards normalcy that it was hard not to be. He blinked when he saw the Succubus in the mirror. Holy crap she was hot. He'd have to keep that perv Ed off him... err... if Ed weren't a fairy that is. She actually looked surprisingly mundane, now that she had proper clothes. It's like the radiant sexuality had been catalyzed into a more "gamer girl next door" look. I mean... He filled out the chest of his hoodie a LOT more than he ever had before, but it was nice to wear baggy cotton clothes without being driven crazy. He pulled his hair from underneath his hoodie, and screwed up his face. There was still one thing that annoyed him. The design on the hoodie was of a playstation controller, with the wire making a heartbeat monitor line across his chest. The neon blue sort of pulled the eye towards his rather proud tits, which caused Damien to sigh. Truth be told, EVERYTHING drew the eye to those sacks of flesh. They were insanely perky, even without the latex bra, but still seemed to... slosh around annoyingly. They were heavy too. Like 16 lbs worth of heavy. When he was first being examined they did a BMI test and he overheard some male nurses saying he was straight up 11% boob flesh by weight.
Sure just a few weeks ago he would have loved to see a pair like this any time he wanted. And he still would... Just... attached to someone else please. For whatever reason his own body was totally excluded from his perception of sexiness unless it was to understand how he should act to get other people to see him as sexy. It was like there was an additional dimension to his libedo, not just what he wanted to enjoy, but what he wanted to express as well. His ass was just inconvenient flesh, but showing off his curves as they were squeezed by latex in front of the nurse earlier? That was sexy.
He sighed. At least he got to wear some of his old clothes. The hospital had provided shoes and socks too, but he didn't like how much he liked how shoes squished his feet. Every time he tried to wear the trainers the hospital had gotten him, he could only imagine tight heels stretching his calves, and forcing his foot into a sexy arch, or heavy boots laced all the way up his thighs, holding him tight. Yeah barefoot was best for now.
Feeling a little more spirited, and more like himself than he had since the change, he grabbed a soda from the minifridge, plopped back into the uncomfortable chair, and booted up Elden Ring. Some things never change.
