There are many reasons why I love Zentai. One of them is the Dollification/Objectification/Dehumanization aspect of wearing Zentai. Wearing Zentai reduces me into an object- a faceless, detail-less mannequin or doll. My face- my identity and what makes me human- is gone, replaced by a plain, smooth, emotionless and expressionless mask. I become de-humanized in my Zentai, and everything that makes me who I am has disappeared.
I become only recognizable by form and the factory-made detailing on my Zentai, if there are any, just like dolls that are mass-produced in a manufacturing plant. My facial expressions- physical manifestations of my emotions- are negated by the suit, concealing them. What humanity is within me remains buried beneath the suit. The exterior has become an object. A doll that cannot smile or laugh or frown or cry, only move by its joints, just as I move my body like a marionette- myself the controller, the ventriloquist.
I might as well be the fashion dummies placed at the storefront, clothes draped over them for display. When I wear Zentai, I become dollified, objectified and dehumanized. I become a tool. Perhaps a sex doll- my enticing curves hugged by the tightness of the suit, digging into all the crevices of my body. When you run your hands over me, I might gasp, or frown, but you see only the blankness on the hood of my suit- nothing to tell you that I resist your groping hands over my body.
I cannot protest, I cannot tell you through my face how I feel. I am just a voluptuous form put on display for your pleasure.