What next

Finishing touches

Melony walked down the street towards the subway, she had stopped to get a flower for Madame Chree. As she did she noticed an amazon dragging a girl who was maybe five foot five out of a shop.

“No!” the Amazon said, “One, you are about to have your amazon spurt in a few months. Two, the only reason to wear latex is because your uniform requires it. Any other reason means you are a sick pervert!”

Melony frowned. She reached into her purse and pulled out the rule book.

*New Rule: All amazons and men have a fetish for women wearing latex. And all Amazons are super conformable in latex. *

Melony looked back at the woman and her daughter.

“Honey, Just wait a few months and then I will get you the catsuit for your Amazon Puberty,” the Amazon hugged her daughter.

Melony smiled but thought she could do better.

*Old Rule: Since the take over of the amazons, chemists have made latex super affordable, durable and easy to wear. *

Melony looked back at the woman and her daughter, now the girl was clearly wearing a clear latex catsuit and her mother was beaming with pride.

“Thanks mom, it feels great,” the teenager said, “I can’t wait to show off to my friends. I am sure to get a few extra dates with the girls and guys.”

“I know I can get a date any day wearing my latex honey, and your father can’t resist me when I do,” the amazons smiled.

Melony smiled. Men were more or less slaves, women as amazons, latex and lipstick lesbianism is the norm, she had made her utopia.