Chapter 3 -- Trust
One week ago
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"Derek?"
He tried to roll himself over in bed, but there was nothing under his arm to push against. He flailed half-asleep until he sensed his body rotate from the momentum.
"Whoa!" Derek relaxed, finally realizing what was going on. "Hey, I'd really wish you'd wake me up and then make me drift into the air without giving me a say in it." Laughter from in front of him. When he saw it, the lump in the sheet covering his waistline grew.
"Sorry, baby. Nurse's orders."
It was one of Jackie's nurse uniforms, with a couple of...unprofessional substitutions. In fact, the only real components were the buttoned white shirt with shoulder patches and the latex gloves. The rest was far from official issue. White translucent stockings ran under a tight white skirt and tapered down to white patent ankle boots with red vinyl crosses stitched into the sides. The cap hovering over the shirt was novelty too, as evidenced by the same vinyl patch.
"Besides, you've been sleeping up there for an hour quite peacefully. Mr. Willy must have liked it, because he came out to play for a little while. I thought about helping you along, but it didn't feel right without you being there for the fun."
The thin white latex gloves sexily traced their fingers over each other at the ends of invisible arms. Derek was remembering his start-to-finish hand job Jackie's ivory satin gloves had given him a couple of days ago. It was glorious. One ghostly hand pumping madly as the other cradled perfectly, both dancing their fingers in rhythm...It could only get better with these. He savored the thought of slippery latex gloves all over his cock.
"Oh my...your secrets just get dirtier and dirtier." Derek heard a giggle. "We've found something you're really interested in, have we?"
Derek's jaw dropped. Could it be that they...
"Oh, Derek. Derek, Derek, Derek." He heard something shuffling on the bureau. It was a box of unpowdered medical latex gloves. He heard the rubbery flapping with each new glove that pulled itself from the box. Suddenly there were four additional inflated latex gloves, then a dozen. Now they flew out in clumps, separated, and bulged out with force. There had to be thirty pairs of slender latex hands now, all partnered up and aimed at Derek.
"Now hold on, ladies," One of the gloves said. It flew over to a dresser drawer and pulled it open. Derek knew what was waiting inside. A second later the latex hand emerged with a large bottle of clear viscous fluid. "Everyone line up. This needs to be a proper examination." The latex gloves obeyed, pairing up their hands in a line.
Another glove swooped in to uncap the bottle. Once it was open, the glove holding it turned it upside down, squeezing the slippery lubricant over the other latex gloves liberally. Derek heard a chorus of quiet feminine giggles and squishing noises of lubricated latex on latex.
It had been weeks now since Jackie's clothes revealed their secret lives to Derek, and though there were still times when he found their fun a little imposing, he had long passed the point of resistance. It occurred to him that he fulfilled the role of pet more than anything else; while he was made comfortable in every sense of the word, he was never left unattended.
Panties and socks and gloves and shirts hid in his car, even keeping watch over him when he left the house. Jackie's dirty clothes in the bathroom would spring to life the moment he shut the door, and Derek had assistance—welcome or not—with every shower or shave. But the biggest event of the day was always in the morning, right after Jackie left for work. The mesh shirt and jeans outfit had once affectionately named Derek's usual wake-up call "a cure for morning stiffness," though the stiffness the clothes were talking about was acutely and pleasantly exacerbated before the actual "cure" took effect.
This morning was different, though. They were already cranking into overdrive, and though he wasn't at all disappointed—he still had to wonder if this mysterious force (or these for-ces) could actually read his mind. It seemed to get a lot more enthusiastic about the gloves after he went over the memory of the satiny hand-job he received.
When he reacted to seeing the latex gloves drifting at the end of an invisible nurse's arms, he thought for a split-second about how interesting things could get with more than two hands. Without missing a beat, the force had reacted very affirmatively. Now better than half of the gloves were out of the box, filled out to slender feminine shapes and being greased up with clear, frictionless lube.
"You know how fucking quick you're going to make me cum?" Derek asked, his mouth twisted into a smile. As far as he knew, it was true. His cock was pumped with anticipation, begging the slippery white fingers to wrap around him, cradle him, tweak him and tease him.
"You'll come when I want you to come, silly boy," The nurse's outfit responded. The door creaked open, and the mesh shirt and tight blue jeans strutted in. The nurse's outfit turned toward the door with its unlubed gloved at the outfit's hips. "You could knock."
"I don't think so," the mesh shirt chuckled. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here to interrupt." The outfit stopped and turned to Derek, crossing its mesh sleeves under its chest and slightly lifting its invisible tits. "Much as I hate to say it, you've got a decision to make."
"Me?" It didn't process. Since the day Jackie's clothing came to life, he was effectively deaf to the words "you", "decision" and "make" in the same sentence.
"You, Derek. It's not very fair, seeing as you're a little weighted right now," A mesh sleeve reached out toward his midsection, and he felt unseen fingers tighten around the lump in the sheet. Derek sighed. "But I trust your strength of will," the shirt continued, gripping his manhood and pulling. "Just remember, you only get one answer, and once the decision is made, it's made forever."
"You couldn't wait until I was done with him?" The nurse's outfit protested. "I've been waiting very patiently for my turn, and he's been fantasizing about me ever since you let us reveal ourselves to him."
