She heads inside

Mary hurried out of the elevator. Had she actually heard laughter back there? "Whatever," she said, hugging herself as she walked. She didn't have her keys on her since she'd woken up naked, but she kept a spare hidden in the air conditioner in the hall.

She found it without any trouble and made into her apartment without being seen by her neighboors. "Thank god," she said as she leaned against the door, eyes closed. This was the first time she'd been able to relax since this whole ordeal had started. The rest of the time she'd either been lost or in the grip of the most powerful lust she'd ever experienced.

"Time for a shower," she said as she plopped down on her italian leather sofa. "But first I'm going to shred this dumb outfit." She pulled hard on the heels, but they were just as stuck as before. "What the hell," Mary asked the empty apartment. "It's like their glued on or something." She abandoned the shoes and reached around behind her for the zipper of the dress. "Thank god," she sighed in relief.

For a moment she'd thought it wouldn't be there. She took the zipper and gave it a firm pull. Her relief turned to panic. She tugged again and again but the zipper wouldn't budge. She tried to pull the bloomers off. Stuck. She yanked at the headpiece, but it remained firmly attached. As did the gloves and every other part of her wardrobe no matter how many times she tried. She ran to the bathroom with surprising ease considering the heels that were imprisoning her feet.

Her eyes widened at what she saw in the mirror. Glossy red lipstick coated her lips, and dark eyeliner had been applied. She reached her gloved hand to her face and rubbed desperately at the offensive makeup, but it proved just as permanent as her uniform. Her chest heaved as her panic deepened, but she also began to feel something else. Lust began to overtake her, brought on by the sight of her own imprisoned, heaving breasts.