I lifted the lid and almost laughed. Ryan had to be joking when he designed it. One night, we were watching some superhero franchise flick when Ryan made a ridiculous comment.
“That would look so hot on you, Kerrie.”
I exploded with laughter. “Oh, so now you want to dress me in a catsuit? Can I have a cool car with plenty of smart gadgets too?”
“Anything for you, babe.”
We’d been drinking a bit that evening. Maybe Ryan had had a few drinks too many when he sat down to create the prototype.
Reaching in, I pulled out a slinky gray-blue one-piece. It was a lustrous fabric with a scaly pattern, almost reptilian in design. The long sleeves even had gloves attached. Also in the box was what looked like a high-tech balaclava made from the same fabric.
What on earth was my husband thinking? Obviously, he didn’t plan for a man to be the test model for the prototype.
I took the garment into the bathroom and held it in front of me. When I looked into the mirror, I couldn’t see the costume. The only things visible were my head and any spot on my body the fabric didn’t touch.
“What the hell?” I said out loud.
I lowered the prototype, and my entire body came back into view. Pulling it up, I disappeared again. Scratching my head, I had to wonder if there was some truth to Ryan’s theory.
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