"If I don't do it now, I will never do it..."
When I heard about this new animal café that opened recently in my city, I really got attracted to it and wanted to visit badly. Unfortunately, I was all alone and rather shy, so going to a brand new place that had a social function was not an easy thing for me.
Well, shyness was not the real reason... I have to stop deflecting the truth. The reality was that I had a communication disorder.
Talking to people was the hardest thing in the world for me. I couldn't even order a meal at the restaurant. I could mumble a few words to myself if I were alone, but not if there were people around.
It was a bit sad because I was a rather cute, mid-twenties girl with short brown hair, brown eyes, and was on the short side of the measuring tape with my little 5'2" tall. That said, I could be as cute as I wanted; I was not exposing myself to the world because of my problem, so nobody noticed me.
If I had gone to the bars, or done team sports and such, I'm sure someone would have flirted with me, but I had not, and now my life was very dull. A regular day for me consisted of waking up and going to work as a non-essential employee packaging order for a big online company. It didn't require speech and was providing me with enough money to pay for my needs. The TV shows I watched after work were no longer fun but that was still my main source of entertainment to kill all my extra time.
I had no friends, and my family was not really around, so I couldn't even practice talking with people; as per my doctor, this was mandatory if I wanted to improve my condition one day and get better at it.
One of the hardest things that came with my problem was that I needed physical contact, but I couldn't have that either without meeting new people. It was a bit of a nightmare, a vicious circle, and this was why I got this crazy idea to come to this new animal café I noticed while walking in town the other day.
I liked cakes, I loved animals, and I needed to cuddle something; this place was obviously for me. But there was a little extra detail that made my decision so nerve-wracking; the animals were not really... animals.
That is the information that had paralyzed me in front of the shop; I was reconsidering all the reasons that brought me here. That was until the door opened...
"Hey, there! Welcome to Pets & Cakes! I saw you taking root in front of our door for the past fifteen minutes... You seem to want to come in, so come on, don't be shy! You can just take a look if you want. It wouldn't hurt!"
"..."
***
Of course, I didn't manage to respond when the young woman walked out of the Animal Café to invite me in. I had no way out anymore as I couldn't voice a refusal. I obediently followed her to the front desk; the heart pounding in my chest was louder than my footsteps.
"I just need your ID to make sure you are an adult, and then you can go right in. It is a very slow day, so you are my first client. I'm Lucy, by the way, I'm the owner. What's your name?"
"..."
Here we go again! I couldn't form a single sentence and not even speak a single word; I was much better at getting anxious and trembling due to the embarrassment. I pulled out my driver's license and placed it on the desk for her to read from.
"Aaah, not a chatty one. That's okay. Let's see... Clara! Aww, such a cute name. And you are twenty-four, that's perfect. Is it your first time in such a Café?"
I nodded while playing with my shaky fingers.
"Oh, double-welcome, then! You'll see, you'll like it a lot. Mind you, my pets are pretty restless today, so I hope they will behave. It's always the same on quiet days when they don't get enough attention. Follow me. I'll show you our best seat."
"..."
I followed Lucy to a nearby door; she swiped her access card on the reader to unlock it.
"Don't be intimidated, okay. They are all very friendly."
As soon as I entered the dining area, which was more like a very nice comfy lounge designed to chill and relax, my heart stopped. Right away, I noticed five or six "pets." Some were lying down on couches, another was lying on a table, and two more were sitting on the soft carpeted floor. Not so surprisingly, they were all staring at me, the visitor.
"Girls! This is Clara. She is a bit shy, so you have to behave yourself, okay? Be nice to her!"
The ones she called "girls" and "pets" were, in fact, real women wearing animal costumes. If it had been just that, it wouldn't have been so shocking, but no, to add to my discomfort, their outfits were all made of shiny latex.
I may have a communication disorder and an inability to meet people, but it didn't mean I didn't have kinks. I have always been fascinated by rubber catsuits. I didn't know why or how, but it attracted me so very much since I was a young teenager. However, I never had enough money to invest in such a suit; rent and food were my priorities.
When this café had opened and saw that their "animals" were girls wearing amazing latex costumes, it was my best opportunity to experience something I always dreamed of. I would have a chance to touch a real latex catsuit for the first time and get a healthy dose of physical contact at the same time.
The pets' intense gaze froze me on the spot before I felt something wrapping around my leg. I looked down and saw an adorable rubbery red fox kneeling and holding me with her little arms.
"..."
"Aaah, Vix! What did I say? Be nice. You can at least wait until she sits down. Come on, let her go."
As Lucy shooed her away, another pair of small arms wrapped around my other leg. This time it was a little black and white cat. What was fascinating about them all, outside their colorful latex suits, were their masks. All of them were different animals, but they were definitely the same style; the molded creature faces were on the realistic side of things, and black lenses hid the wearer's eyes.
"Oreo! What did I just say! Leave her! You are scaring her! Shoo! Go sit over there, Clara, else they are not going to stop!"
"..."
