Jim was not the most avid fan of anime; he didn't hate the medium in the slightest, but he never had much of an interest in it. The last time Jim got into anime was in the late 90s. He knew some big names, Sailor Moon, Gundam, Dragon Ball Z, and a couple more he couldn't remember off the top of his head.
However, anything past the year 2000, he was quite ignorant on. He didn't know why or how, but sometime after that year he hardly saw any anime or even seen much discussion of it, not even in his own circles. Even on the internet, it hardly ever crossed his mind. Jim missed out on almost two decades of anime, all by complete circumstance, no less!
Which was why the Nagatoro skinsuit caught his eye the most out of the four immediate choices. He recognized Asuka from Evangelion, an anime he did hear about when he was younger, but wanted to try something new. Revy and Mikasa looked a bit too fierce for him and he wanted someone who looked relatively casual as his first skin to try on.
This 'Nagatoro' character, full name, Nagatoro Hayase, according to the package, didn't look much like a bully to him.
Each skinsuit had a tag that came in the form of a small paper note that was tied around the skin with a piece of string. Keeping it neatly folded while providing info.
As Jim read the legend, it detailed a short description of the character, giving her full name, occupation, personality, likes, dislikes, etc. it was like a small primer to get any would-be suiter into getting to know how to act as the character that they'd get to wear.
Soon after, he decided to breathe in and would look at the nearby mirror. It was go-time, he spent all this time picking out a skin, and after a while, he had to settle on it.
"See you soon, Nagatoro," Jim said, wondering if he butchered the pronunciation before he would untie the string, the suit unfurling nice and gently in the air as he held it high. As soon as the paper note fell down to the ground, he would unzip the skin, before blushing and realizing.
"Wait, I think I have to be naked for this," Jim said as he laid the skin on a nearby table and would unzip his pants, taking off his shirt and underwear soon after.
Now, he can finally start.
He slid the skin over his legs, feeling Nagatoro's pale-yet-tanned legs cover his own, feeling the interior being quite velvety and soft as he would feel that his manhood was no more; it slid neatly into a pouch that gave him the feeling of a vagina.
As he slid the skin on more so, he could feel his height shrink a fair amount. He wasn't good at guessing numbers, but a look on the paper note would led him to believe that he shrunk from his tall 6 feet to a very short (although average for a petit woman of 18 years old) just-barely-5 feet.
Then, he would slide on the chest and arms, feeling her small breasts over his own. His large arms shrunk, becoming extremely delicate and petit, which led him to feel a bit worried if the skin made him physically weaker. However a quick lifting of the table would show that he's still as strong as a 6 foot, 220 pound lean man in his early forties. This actually impressed Jim, wondering that if he even worn a smaller skin, would he still retain his strength? Still, he was near the end.
The sight at the mirror was amusing yet odd, an adult Caucasian male's head on the body of a tanned young Japanese woman, so he figured to seal the deal now than stare at it any longer.
With a quick motion, Jim brought the head of the skin over his own like a mask. He opened his eyes, seeing that in the mirror his pale irises changed into Nagatoro's solid brown, and his teeth from being a tad crooked and mildly yellow to something fresh and white. The whole feeling over his body was different, it was like he was truly a different person!
As soon as he spoke, he was shocked even more.
"Oh my God- wait! What the?!" Jim, or well 'Nagatoro' spoke in perfect Japanese. He frantically looked around and saw a piece of paperwork on the table, which was also in Japanese. And yet in the Nagatoro skin, he could read it! Though it took some time, he had to stare at it for a second, before the text would appear to turn English for Jim to read. It was like an auto translator for Jim, perhaps it had something to do with the eye color change.
What was in these skinsuits? Magic? Some form of advanced technology? A lot of questions sprung in his mind, yet Jim didn't want to overwhelm his senses as he read the paper.
The paper didn't provide much info, in fact, this entire Skinsuit Warehouse was still incomprehensible, a mystery even to Jim who has spent hours walking around this place.
Still, as he read the paper, it did explain that the skinsuits were made to be 'perfect for cosplayers and costume fans alike!', alongside various boastings of how authentic they looked. Alongside how each and every skin were all aged 18 and older, even some characters being adjusted to fit that. Yet there was still no word on who created the skins, and what their actual purpose is for beyond vague statements.
Not only that, according to the tag, the Nagatoro skinsuit was made only a month ago, which would led Jim wondering if the warehouse was really as abandoned as he thought it was? Sure, Britney Spears was a star even Jim knew back in the day, but the warehouse looked to be several decades old and abandoned, and yet this skin was relatively new.
Still, he figured to focus on the now than continuing to ponder.
"Well, WELL! Ugh, I have to force it out," Jim said in Nagatoro's voice, a perfect copy of Sumire Uesaka's performance as in order to speak English, he had to willingly assert in his mind that he wanted to speak English. If he spoke casually, it would end up being in Japanese. Even then, his voice was heavily accented in English, but it seemed to work well enough.
Regardless, Jim made it. Inside of a skinsuit, he took some time to glance at his form, admiring the petit yet cute body he now owns, or well, he thinks. He's been in his warehouse for a very long time and not once had he seen anyone come by, and figuring that out, he may as well be the 'owner' of these skinsuits, for now at least.
However, as noted with the tag, all skins came naked and there was another closet for clothes. The process was easy though, as the tag designated the Nagatoro skin as 'NH091', and so clothes tagged with that would mean that they are optimized and work well with the skin.
So, Jim would first go look for an outfit before he can explore the rest of the Skinsuit Warehouse, or perhaps more ideas...
Really, he felt revitalized by all of this. A whole world of skinsuits awaited Jim!
Thu Jul 22 00:57:24 2021