Chapter 27

“Get up Theresa! You’ve just GOT to see this!” Cindy’s voice rang out.

“Oh... “ she moaned, “Where’s Coffee?”

“Huh? What’s wrong?” John asked, sitting up.

“Coffee’s dripping. Come on Theresa you’ve got to see this outfit that John made for you!” Cindy repeated excitedly.

“Oh... “ John said, heading for the bathroom.

Theresa got to the edge of the bed and looked around for her robe to stave her morning chill. Cindy found it for her and flung it over her shoulders. Helping her to her feet.

“I’m coming.” she said groggily.

“You won’t believe this outfit!” Cindy bubbled, leading her out the door.

John wandered into the lab, carrying a cup of coffee, wearing his own terry robe.

Theresa ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him...:

“OH Thank you!” she bubbled.

John fought to keep from spilling his coffee as he muttered: “You’re welcome.” His face smirking.

Cindy was still bent over the machine. On Theresa’s mannequin was an indigo blue body suit. Flaming star trails running diagonally across it. The tails a mix of silver and flaming yellow. One crossed from left shoulder and was mapped over the valley of her breasts to burst around the right nipple in a splay of silver, yellow and orange. Another started under the left arm and burst around the navel. Yet another started at the hip bone and burst over the pubic area. The rest of the suit was dotted with fuzzy nebula’s of various merging faint colors.

“Wait till you see the back!” John smirked.

“Oh ... tip it up please!” Theresa begged.

“Just a moment.” John said, sipping at his coffee and then setting the mug down he moved to unfasten the frame.

When the frame was tipped up the girls gasped. Saturn lay mapped diagonally from left shoulder blade to right kidney. But down below, a perfect crescent moon was perfectly mapped across one bun cheek, the curve following her thigh. A half-earth rise in the distance hung over the other.

“Oh god John, it’s beautiful.” Cindy gasped.

“I’m speechless.” Theresa said.

“Can I have one too ... just like it!” Cindy asked.

“Sure ... your scanning starts right AFTER breakfast. This morning I want hash browns and breakfast strips. Topped with two poached eggs.”

“Oh John... “ Theresa stammered, tears welling in her eyes.

“She really is speechless!” Cindy said, hugging her friend and heading for the kitchen.

John moved up behind Theresa and put his arms around her. She snuggled back against him, her eyes locked on the outfit.

“I thought I’d give you something to remember me by.” he whispered in her ear.

“God it’s lovely. Thank you. Don’t know where I could wear it without getting arrested though.”

“Thought about that. If you added a pair of white terry shorts, or a matching indigo skirt with colored panty hose. That would cover both casual and dress up.”

“Hate to cover that lovely moon. How the hell did you get it to follow my bum?”

“Oh ... a matter of angle. I designed it to be looked at while it was on your body. See on the front where this streak is mapped around your breasts. When you look at it from the front, it’s straight. It only bends when viewed from another angle.”

“I think ... mister, that you have found another profession. Do you know how many women would give their left tit for an outfit like this?”

“Hopefully not many. I wouldn’t want to see a society of women running around with only one tit. Although it worked for the Amazons. They used to slice one off so they would be better archers.”

“No. I’m serious now! There’s big money in fashion.”

“Don’t need it.” John said casually, “But making you this happy ... well some things are important!”

She turned to him and pushing their robes aside snuggled her breasts to his bare chest. Her arms sliding inside his robe and around his back.

She looked up into his eyes and said: “Mister, You’ve made me the happiest woman on earth. Even without that lovely outfit.

But now you listen to me. I’m serious about this. If I understand correctly you can put any picture on any item of clothing? It will revolutionize fashion. You’d have women lined up around the block waiting to get in. They can bring their own photo’s of what they want on it. The outfits will fit! Like nothing they ever pulled off the rack. Each will be an original. They feel sensual to wear, they are the sexiest things that they have ever had on. Now this is big business. You can’t just forget about it!”

“Theresa, women won’t stand still for that damn personal probing as both you and Cindy have called it. And it won’t fit properly without it.”

“John, you’ve never been to the gynecologist. You have no idea what women will tolerate. And as far as the probing goes, I know that it doesn’t need to be quite that personal unless you’re making a sex toy for her boyfriend while you’re at it.”

“You figured that out huh?’ John asked, “But think about it Theresa, You’d have to make a mannequin for each woman. If she put on ten pounds it doesn’t work anymore. If you sold a thousand outfits, then you’ve got a thousand mannequins hanging around.”

“So you charge $5000 for the scanning and then a storage charge per month if they want you to keep it. Otherwise they keep it themselves. Women would love to have an image of themselves when they’re young and firm to show their grandkids. They can dress it up or use it to display the fashion they buy from us. Put the whole thing in a glass display case.”

“How many women could afford that?”

“John, You’re not listening! That outfit right there would cost me a thousand dollars if I could find it. If you only sold a thousand of them. That’s five thousand for the scanning and another thousand for the outfit. That’s six million dollars! How much would materials cost for that?”