Livingsuit Stories

In the suburbs, where night usually clings to the ground like tired smoke, something felt different that October evening. The silence was thicker than usual, as if dust, ozone, and an unseen tension were woven into it. Something was waking- not in the streets, but under the skin. In an old shop where matter pretends to be fabric, a woman touches a surface that breathes. In an alley between two lamps, a man notices a shape that should have stayed blurred. And in a workshop where the fluorescent lights never flicker, a curator waits for the moment when the rules stop behaving. Some transformations begin with a whisper. Some begin with resistance. And some begin when a body refuses to remain what it was. In this chapter, matter clings to skin, skin defies gravity, and eyes that were never meant to see will see far too much. And two people who were never meant to meet in these forms will learn that there are beings who rely on never being noticed. But some eyes simply can't learn to look away. And some anomalies, once awakened... can never be put back into the dark. P.S.: This is a heavily edited and reworked version of the previous Eevee TF story, which has been transformed from a short story into a huge saga that will have at least seven chapters.

A young girl named Christy is looking for a costume for a Halloween party. She went through many stores, without success, until she had the last one left. It was smaller and older than other shops in the city. Christy found something in it that caught her attention. What was it...? Well, you'll find out in the story... P.S.: This is the larger part of an unfinished story that I originally planned to publish in 2023 on Halloween, on DA, FA, SF and two other platforms.