One minute I'm me... the next I'm trembling in a pink latex catsuit, waist cinched tightly, ballet boots forcing me to struggle for balance. My hands clutch my latex-clad head and my new tits in shock - what do my captors plan for me next?
I thought I had the apartment to myself this weekend, but my housemate came back early! What would you do if you found your housemate head to toe in rubber, feminized, caged, and locked in ballet heels? [OC Edit]
No plastic, no cheap imitations,just the authentic thrill of high-end gear. Do you prefer the aesthetic of a seated pose or the full tension of standing?