A latex catsuit

Maisie steeled herself for the worst as she unclasped the front of the chest and started to open it slowly, handling it as if it could come to life at any moment to bite her hands. Once it was opened, the actress allowed herself to peer inside to see something shiny and purple. Using only her index finger and thumb, Maisie fished it out like a dirty piece of cloth, feeling a rubbery texture that caused her to become squeamish. "What the hell is this?" she asked to herself out loud.

"Your attire for tonight, Ms. Williams. It is made out of high quality latex, a material you would be wise to get accostumed to," replied the voice.

She dared to use both her hands to examine the garment closely. Once she got a better look at it, the actress saw that it would cover her entire body with the only exceptions being above her collar and it would leave her feet below the ankles bare. It felt tight with just a small amount to give, and a quick eye study convinced Maisie that it would be next to impossible to put it on. "I'm not wearing this rubbish!" she yelled, throwing the suit on the bed.

"Oh, Ms. Williams," said the voice with an annoying mirth. "Were you not complaining just a few minutes ago about your lack of clothing? My employer has granted you something to cover your body with. You should be grateful he is so considerate."

"Tell your employer to shove it!" responded Maisie, eyeing the garment with a shudder and willing herself to erase the memory of the gross texture from her fingers.

"Ms. Williams, within time you will understand that choice will be something quite rare for you, so when you have the chance to choose something, it will be best for you to make the best decision. I can tell you that you have only two possibilities. One, you don the outfit that has been graciously provided for you and everyone is happy. Two, you decide to stick with this foolish notion and you will be sent to my employer in the nude."

Maisie grit her teeth, fantasizing about taking the shiny garment and tearing it apart but after holding a scream, she looked at the phone. "Alright..."

"I congratulate you on making the second wise choice this night, Ms. Williams. Now, the first lesson about latex is that it is quite difficult to squeeze into without the appropriate aid. Inside the box you will find a bottle of water-based lubricant, I suggest you apply it to both the inside of the suit and directly on your skin to make the fitting process easier. While it may look small on the outside, I can assure you that the outfit was made with your specific measurements in mind. It will be tight, but you have my word that it will fit."

Looking back at the chest, Maisie saw two bottles with the words "beGLOSS". One read "Easy Glide" while the other advertised "Perfect Shine". She guessed the former was the one to go. She grabbed the suit with disgust, noting the opening at the back, before opening it and spraying the inside of the suit. She breathed deeply before doing the same to her legs, followed by her starting to feed them into the holes.

As soon as she placed her right leg inside, Maisie made herself a promise that as soon as she got out of this mess, she would never touch latex again for the rest of her life. How the hell did those other celebrities tolerate this?! It was so tight that she did not doubt the woman for saying that it would be nearly impossible to don it without the lube. She sighed in relief as soon as she saw her pedicured toes poking out of the other end. She proceeded with the next leg, making it a point to roll it like she would do a stocking first to make it easier for it to glide through. It was easier. Next were her arms, the real trouble was fitting her fingers into the integrated glove but with enough effort (and the help of the lubricant) she managed to do it.

She was sweating by the time she finished the task, and noticed to her dismay that the rubber did nothing to absorb her natural bodily secretions. I better not exert myself too much while I'm trapped in this abomination. With a final effort, she grabbed the zipper situated at the small of her back and tugged it until the entire suit was closed.

With a hole in her chest where her heart should be, the petite celebrity turned towards her mirror. It was a battle of not wanting to see herself and satiating her curiosity... the former won. As she took in the visage of her reflection, Maisie could not prevent her face becoming red nor her mouth dropping in a mixture of embarrasment and dismay.

She ran her hands through her body, feeling the utter tightness of the thing. It felt gross and overwhelming, yet could not deny that it was hugging her in a way that rubbed her sensitive skin. Drinking in the sight, she suddenly found herself flattening the creases left from her previous struggle. Without orders, Maisie grabbed the other bottle and sprayed it on her suit, making it shine even more than before, to the point that the actress could see her reflection within the reflection.

She hated it, of that there was no doubt, but she could not stop being fascinated by it.