Into completing the mental transformation.

"I think we need to draw the line between the old boring you and the your new, brighter version. Come back to the wardrobe, there's something you forgot."

Jen made a very wobbly first step, but then took a deeper yet quivering breath and decided to let her body do the walking. She straightened her posture and started catwalking towards the open doors of the insidious piece of furniture. Her hips were making quick, sharp, provocative moves, prompting the dildo to be able to touch more different sensitive spots within her vagina. After a few more steps her jaw dropped and stayed there due to the accumulating sensations.

When the girl was able to lean on a wardrobe's side, each of her heavy breaths was coming out with a slight moan. She saw a reflection of her pretty face, twisted by lust beyond recognition, on a shiny metal shackle. She turned away and reached for the item that the voice was talking about.

A long red wig stranded in a white-themed wardrobe was in her hands. The transparent silicone scalp had veins of wires inside, but Jen's mind was too suppressed to even pay attention.

"New hair. New you."

The wig went on. Its lifelike red hair was straight as a waterfall and fell all the way to her restless hips. The base covered her black bob completely and did not leave a single atom of volatile air beneath. Slight pinches all over Jen's scalp implied that the wig was definitely on now.

{If Insanity <94}The conscious part of Jen made one last attempt at stopping the hostile takeover of her mind.

"NO! I'm not a slut! I'm a good girlie! I'm in control!" — She tried to rip the wig off her head, but it was vacuum-sealed onto it. Despite finding a keyhole at the back of her new, enhanced scalp, she kept tugging just to keep the tension of resistance. At that point, an alien power entered her mind. The girl could feel her mind weaken even more, but tried to deny it with moisture in her eyes and in her pussy. — "I'm still me! I'm still me... I'm..."

"I'm gonna tie them into a couple very naughty pigtails."

Jen saw some hair scrunchies near the ceiling of the wardrobe and had to step inside and stand on the very tippity of her shoes to get them. Now there was two smaller waterfalls flowing over her entire body. The girl rubbed her white latex waist, looked down and saw one of the pigtails move slightly, revealing one of her nipples pushing through its confines like an arrow tip.

Her squeaky latex ass started to rub against the wardrobe side on its own and soon the rest of Jen's body was involved in this dance of self-love. Her hands moved above her head and found two loops of soft leather hanging there conveniently.

"You will be such a helpless slut..." — the girl got even more excited and immediately slipped her hands into what could only be a trap. A tug on the cuffs — and they snapped tighter against her wrists, strapping her to the wall with no chance of escape and her cheeks constantly rubbed by the latex shoulder puffs of her dress.

First her mouth opened wide, then the waves of pleasure started coming one after another, and the screams followed shortly. Bathing in appreciation of her own beauty, Jen heard the doors of the wardrobe shut closed, conserving her passionate inprisonment for eternity.

ENDING #50-1

{else}

The girl could not stop her fingers from bathing in her new long silky hair. Red was a great contrast to her blindingly white dress and heels, and last shreds of reason left Jen's mind without resistance.

"Uwwwww yeeaahh." — She was right on the edge and wanted this orgasm to be unforgettable. — "I wanna suck cock! I deserve cock!"

She grabbed the closest phallus-shaped gag, shut it on the back of her head under her hair with **** and started sucking on it aggressively until she could only make muffled squeals from the flood of pleasure. The girl stretched across the floor of the wardrobe and kept moving violently until it eventually faded away.

After that orgasm, she barely had any thoughts at all and just kept sucking on the gag. Her red hair was all over the place, and she already forgot that it was just a wig. Hell, she even forgot her own name, the one thing she knew!

But now there was only one thing worth knowing.

"More."

The girl wanted more pleasure. Her hands grabbed the closest leather collar and shut it on her neck, cementing her desire to be a **** for O's and nothing more. One hood, one corset and seventeen more shackles and restraints she was finally unable to lift herself from the floor and unable (and, of course, unwilling) to stop cumming every few minutes.

ENDING#50-2{endif}