I confirmed, “All I need to do is play the role of your niece for the duration of the holiday and wear rubber clothes like you?”
Lady Cassandra, with her beautiful hourglass figure, sparkling blue eyes, and full red lips, nodded in response with a smile. I looked at her sand colored, floor-length, sleeveless rubber gown. with a white ruffled neck rubber blouse, black rubber gloves, with tiny feet in black rubber boots peeking out from under her rubber petticoats. Her tight, open-faced rubber hood had a top hole for her luscious, full brown hair. Draped loosely over her shoulders was a long-line black rubber jacket coat and a smidgeon of black rubber peeked out from under her rubber blouse at her neck.
Lady Cassandra held Lady Acacia’s rubber gloved hand. She wore a similar style in a muted forest-green rubber with tan features. A long line rubber jacket edged in fur over her high waist, hinted at long, long legs. Despite the full hood, her almost black eyes revealed her excitement briefly before regaining a dispassionate look.
I felt cold, naked, wearing what my stepfather made me wear. My threadbare slutty A-line dress hardly covered my private bits, and the G-string was embarrassing. Only my red six-inch-heels were my choice. I could not tell the ladies I was not of age. As the Sheriff in the neighboring town, good old Fred, my stepfather, listed me as mentally impaired and unstable in desperate need of her stepfather and mother.
I had explained my stunted growth with my two-month premature birth, and my anemic, skeletal appearance, with my inability to keep food down. Would my slutty bony look tank my chance to hide? Was this a safe place to hide? Well, everything was better than with him and drugged up mum.
Shivering with cold and anxiety, I reaffirmed with a shaky voice, “I will be anyone you want, wear anything you want, and be thankful for it. Promise!”
Lady Acacia verified, “Even clothing like ours, tight, layered, with toe boots and corset?”