A Visit from an Old Friend

I had a question recently about how long I was going to remian enclosed. It came from a friend of mine who is a university professor. she came over a few days ago to discuss my collaborating with her on a paper.

She was aware, from some emails we had exchanged, that I was trying this new lifestyle as a fully enclosed rubberist, but she had not visited me since i left Texas. So she had not seen me in full enclosure.

She rang the bell one afternoon last week and as it happened, I was the only one home. Madi was out shopping. So, I had to drop my burqa on over me before I could answer the door...the rule being that I do not show my hooded face to the public. Actually, it porbably wouldn't be a big deal if I answered the door hooded (maid has on occassion), but it has become a bt of a habit now to just duck under the burqa before confronting the real world.

She was a bit taken aback at first, asked if it was 'mme' under there, and when I said yes, she came on in. I pulled the burqa off and left it on its hook by the door.

Julia looked at how I was dressed underneath and let aout a "wow", then, with just a bit of hesitation, reached out and hugged me. We've known each other for many years (more than either of us like to admit) and we've always been good friends. No, there isn't anything kinky or sexual here, we just tend to hug when we see each other, which is notthat often as she lives in a completely different part of the country as I (and sometimes a different part of the world).

I was dressed in a blue dress, ankle length, full skirted, long leg of mutton sleeves, high collar, belted waist, with ruffles at the chest, neck, and sleeve cuffs. I had a pair of lack gloves on under the sleeves, but no hood or stockings over my transparent skinsuit.

The skinsuit was my blue tinted transparent one. so julia got to see my face covered in transparent latex and the fact that I no longer have any hair on my head. Usually, I would have worn a black hood as well, but with the summer heat, I have taken to not putting it on as much, particularly if I am around the house.

Just as well because I had forgotten she was coming and earlier I had been contemplating a mouthless gagging hood before I decided not to put it back on after lunch.

I hugged her back and told her to come on in and we went into the living room. I asked if she wanted tea and she said yes, then followed me into the kitchen. I put a kettle on and she started asking about how I was dressed, how long, how much, etc, etc. Julia has never been known for her shyness.

She commented on how deftly I made tea in two pairs of goves (after I explained that) and I explained how I had been forced to learn whole new ways of doing things after I became encased.

That got us into a whole long discussion about being encased. I explained quite straightforwardly what I was doing and why and tried to answer her questions. Julia is very open minded and came quickly to understand my reasoning and rationale for encasing, for living a D/s lifestyle and even for adopting the burqa in public.

Julia was fascinated adn we talked for quite a while. She watched me very closely as I drank my tea and ate some cookies. Have you ever noticed how crumbs accumulate around the mouthhole of a hood. I found I was much more aware of them eating in front of her than I usually am. I felt like I was constantly wiping my lips and chin.

After a bit more conversation, we got down to the business Julia had originally come to visit for. She wanted some help on a paper she had an idea for. She had several pages of data having to do with my area of specialization and wanted some help with analysis.
As we sat side by side on the sofa going over her data, it very quickly became just like old times. She and I used to do this a lot during our postdoc period. We would sit side by side going over data and papers and computer printouts (this was a LONG time ago) for hours.

Pretty soon we were working just as we always had. The first couple of times her hand brushed my glove she flinched a bit, but very quickly she got over it. After a while she moved even closer as we got more and ore into the work.

When we were done, I got up and went to make us some more tea. About that time maid came in.I had told Julia that maid was out and we had discussed that she wore latex as well, just not always full enclosure. So she was somewhat prepared when maid came in in a pink rubber french maid's uniform with black gloves and boots.

Julia let out a "Whoa!" but maid was the funny one. She stopped when she saw Julia sitting comfortably on the sofa and looked around, her arms full of shopping bags, and just sort of stuttered,"uh...he-he-hello?" while she looked around for me. I swear that she must have thought she walked into the wrong house.

I came out of the kitchen, introduced the two of them and told maid to put the shopping away and bring us more tea. She had recovered her composure by the time tea was ready and Julia had the opportunity to see how maid acts as a real maid, serving tea, cleaning the kitchen, collecting the dishes.

We chatted another half hour and Julia broached the subject of me coming back into the university world. I obviously demurred, explaining that I was quite committed to the full enclosure lifestyle we have chosen.

Julia looked at me and asked, "How long are you going to continue the experiment?"

Almost without thinking about it, I said, "forever." And at that moment I realized that I have essentially made the decision to transform the 'experiment' into a lifestyle choice. After almost 7 and a half months, the latex just seems so natural that I can't imagine returning to to my old mode of dress and life.

Julia sat back for a moment and i saw her studying maid as she cleared the dishes from our last pot of tea. "You know what? You could probably find a nice liberal university that would accept your desire to wear the burqa. Why wouldn't they?"

It might be possile., but i don't think I will be returning to the classroom anytime soon. We'll see.
It is certainly something to think about...a professor teaching in a rubber burqa. Lord, I haven't a thing to wear! :)

Regards
Lady