Eevee TF: Part 3
The third part of the story
Christy decided to try it on because it seemed too small in some places and too big in others. Even though the label on the back said suitable for everyone, Christy wasn't sure if it would fit her well. But when her suit reached almost halfway down her waist, Christy felt a very uncomfortable feeling in the places where her panties were. So she decided to take off her suit and take them off to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling that her panties were causing inside the suit.
For preventive reasons, Christie decided to get rid of not only the panties but also the bra that protected her small modest breasts. Because she suspected that if she kept her bra on, she might feel the same discomfort as when she wore panties under her suit, and that was exactly what Christy didn't want to experience again.
However, she didn't know that the uncomfortable feeling was intentionally caused by the suit itself, which was alive. The suit did not want any material between itself and its host that would prevent direct contact between itself and the host's body.
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After removing her panties and bra, Christy picked up the suit again and sat on the edge of the couch. Through the open opening on the back, she slowly put her right foot inside the suit's right leg first, then did the same with her left leg. When both legs were inside the suit, Christy stood up and pulled the suit up to her waist. She waited a moment to see if the previous discomfort would reappear. When nothing was happening, Christy mentally rested a little.
She walked over to an older freestanding all-over mirror that she had come across at a flea market that had been held in the area shortly after she had moved here. Christy looked in the mirror and saw how strange she looked, the lower half of her body was wrapped inside the suit, the legs of which had a strange digitigrade shape and on her legs, they didn't fit quite right. Christy sighed inwardly, even when she bought it, she suspected that the costume would not fit quite right on her legs but she did not expect it to be so much.
Christy sighed inwardly again and muttered to herself under her breath: "Let me get this over with!" With that, she took the upper half of the suit in her hands and with her left she grabbed the right part of the suit and put her right hand inside the right shoulder sleeve. Christy's hand slowly crawled down the sleeve like a snake until the tips of her fingers hit the end of the integrated glove of the suit. She paused for a moment to spread her fingers so she could insert them into the appropriate holes in the glove. After inserting her fingers into place, Christy pulled the right side of the suit until her right shoulder fell into place.
Christy wiggled her fingers a little to see how her hand felt inside the suit's glove. She frowned a little, because it seemed to her as if the hand, no longer in the glove but as if the glove itself, was her own hand. She thought she was just imagining it and so she decided to ignore the strange feeling. But the opposite was true, the suit was already subtly starting to connect with the host so that it could take control of its motor functions in the final phase of the connection.
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Christy decided to repeat the same procedure from the right side with her left side, grabbing the left part of the suit with her right covered hand and placing her left hand inside the left shoulder sleeve. She realized that the left hand went inside more easily than the right. When the fingertips of her left hand hit the end of the sleeve, she spread them and slid them into the corresponding holes in the integrated glove without interruption.
Christy finally pulled the left side of the suit one last time, her left shoulder tucking in. When she looked in the mirror now, she saw not herself but the figure of an anthropomorphic Eevee, with her own head on top. Christy laughed quietly to herself and said in a cheerful tone of voice, "I look weird." Then she grabbed the suit mask that lay on her chest with both hands and pulled it over her head.
After making minor adjustments to make the suit mask fit her face better, Christy looked at herself through the tinted lenses in the mirror. What she saw in it surprised her and she didn't want to believe it. In a muffled voice she sighed through the immobile mouth of the mask: "Wow, I look really amazing in this!" Christy knew that there was only one last thing left to finish, and that was to pull the zipper puller to close the suit.