I asked AI about how and why PVC (particular types of PVC, that is) causes arousal in me.
The response from AI was very insightful:
https://share.gemini.google/ouFDNq5A1dIL
How and when did your fetish begin?
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Pvc Vinyl Enthusiast
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
je porte des capes en plastique translucide "glass clear" depuis longtemps, ma premiere cape en plastique etait transparente bleu et j allais a l ecole avec les jours de pluie. c 'était l epoque des impermeables et capes en plastique ou des cirés de couleurs, toutes les filles en avait, c etait magnifique. parfois je me faisais traité de fille, mais j 'aimais ma cape et capuche bleu transparente, elle etait douce et les filles aimaient me voir ainsi. maintenant je porte toujours une cape translucide "glass clear" ou une veste en plastique translucide noire "glass clear"
I’ve been wearing translucent plastic capes in "glass clear" for a long time. My first plastic cape was transparent blue, and I would go to school with it on rainy days. It was the time of raincoats and plastic capes or colored slickers; all the girls had them, it was wonderful. Sometimes I got called a girl, but I loved my transparent blue cape and hood—they were soft, and the girls liked seeing me like that. Now I still wear a translucent "glass clear" cape or a black translucent plastic jacket "glass clear".
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
My story began in the childhood:
My earliest memories go back to the time when I was around four years old. I come from a region in Germany that sees many rainy days throughout the year. As children, we often played outdoors, and whenever it rained, my mother would put a colorful plastic raincoat featuring childish motifs on me. Later, when I was in primary school, I had a red plaid raincoat with a stand-up collar but no hood. Back then, we still walked to school. I had a walk of just over two kilometers. I would strap on my schoolbag, my mother would button my raincoat all the way up to the top, and I would take my child-sized umbrella with me.
My sister, who was three years older than me, had a black-and-white checkered rain cape with a rubberized lining. Once the hood was put on, the cape could be further secured with two straps at the neck; otherwise, it fastened with snap buttons. Every now and then, my mother would put this cape on me for school. It offered better protection against the rain for the schoolbag on my back. She would button up the cape and then secure it further by tying the two straps.
Sometimes I was teased a bit at school, told I looked like a girl in my little plaid coat or my rubber cape. I would blush, but I didn't say anything about it. Somehow, I liked the rubbery smell of the cape, though I didn't quite know how to make sense of that at the time. I also liked the smooth surface and the plastic smell of my raincoat.
One day, my mother had already put my raincoat on me and buttoned it up when she asked where my umbrella was. I had to tell her that I had left it at school the day before. She then fetched the cape from the dresser. Just as I was expecting to have to take off my coat, she simply said, "Keep it on; it’s a bit colder outside today." Then she pulled the rain cape over my coat and schoolbag and buttoned it up. Finally, she tightened the straps at the neck. I didn’t know whether to object or what else to do. I simply walked out and headed to school. The smell of plastic from my coat was overpowered by the smell of rubber from the cape. All along the way, I kept running my hand over the smooth surface of my coat beneath the cape. At the time, I couldn't yet make sense of the feelings that were stirring within me. Then, back at school, there was the usual teasing. However, I had taken the cape off a little earlier, so people only saw me hanging up my raincoat. By the time school was over, the rain had stopped. I packed the cape into my schoolbag, put on just the raincoat, and made sure not to forget my umbrella. Although I never actually wore a raincoat and cape to school again after that.
That is how it all started for me. Later on, I would secretly put the gear on quite often—at least for as long as the coat still fit. Usually at night. I’d wear nothing underneath the coat, and often wore the cape backwards, too, so that the rubberized Hood covered my face. Deep down, I wished the neck straps were a bit longer, but they wouldn't reach all the way around my neck to create any extra pressure there. That was the beginning of my journey.
My earliest memories go back to the time when I was around four years old. I come from a region in Germany that sees many rainy days throughout the year. As children, we often played outdoors, and whenever it rained, my mother would put a colorful plastic raincoat featuring childish motifs on me. Later, when I was in primary school, I had a red plaid raincoat with a stand-up collar but no hood. Back then, we still walked to school. I had a walk of just over two kilometers. I would strap on my schoolbag, my mother would button my raincoat all the way up to the top, and I would take my child-sized umbrella with me.
My sister, who was three years older than me, had a black-and-white checkered rain cape with a rubberized lining. Once the hood was put on, the cape could be further secured with two straps at the neck; otherwise, it fastened with snap buttons. Every now and then, my mother would put this cape on me for school. It offered better protection against the rain for the schoolbag on my back. She would button up the cape and then secure it further by tying the two straps.
Sometimes I was teased a bit at school, told I looked like a girl in my little plaid coat or my rubber cape. I would blush, but I didn't say anything about it. Somehow, I liked the rubbery smell of the cape, though I didn't quite know how to make sense of that at the time. I also liked the smooth surface and the plastic smell of my raincoat.
One day, my mother had already put my raincoat on me and buttoned it up when she asked where my umbrella was. I had to tell her that I had left it at school the day before. She then fetched the cape from the dresser. Just as I was expecting to have to take off my coat, she simply said, "Keep it on; it’s a bit colder outside today." Then she pulled the rain cape over my coat and schoolbag and buttoned it up. Finally, she tightened the straps at the neck. I didn’t know whether to object or what else to do. I simply walked out and headed to school. The smell of plastic from my coat was overpowered by the smell of rubber from the cape. All along the way, I kept running my hand over the smooth surface of my coat beneath the cape. At the time, I couldn't yet make sense of the feelings that were stirring within me. Then, back at school, there was the usual teasing. However, I had taken the cape off a little earlier, so people only saw me hanging up my raincoat. By the time school was over, the rain had stopped. I packed the cape into my schoolbag, put on just the raincoat, and made sure not to forget my umbrella. Although I never actually wore a raincoat and cape to school again after that.
That is how it all started for me. Later on, I would secretly put the gear on quite often—at least for as long as the coat still fit. Usually at night. I’d wear nothing underneath the coat, and often wore the cape backwards, too, so that the rubberized Hood covered my face. Deep down, I wished the neck straps were a bit longer, but they wouldn't reach all the way around my neck to create any extra pressure there. That was the beginning of my journey.
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Nylon macs
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Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Love wearing them back to front with the hood up over my face naked.
Re: How and when did your fetish begin?
Nylon macs.
How I would love to be there seeing you dressed like that i would make sure you suffered.
How I would love to be there seeing you dressed like that i would make sure you suffered.
