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?
Discipline is beautiful. Obedience is mandatory. Lacing up. Don't speak unless I tell you to. Just watch and admire the level of control you'll never have over me.
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]