Waking up alone

The room is still dark when you begin to rise. Your mind is grasping the strings of a dream being forgotten as you find yourself slowly waking up, you had somehow beat the alarm and only a thin wisp of light protrudes from the window blinds. An odd sensation seems to take place from various points in your body. Not strong, nor too distracting, it is faintly reminiscent of an unintentional muscle twitch, your sleeping stupid mind taking note of it but not particularly alarmed.

It was not till you mustered the will to grab your phone to check the time that you remembered in full the events of the prior night upon seeing your still latex-clad arm. A quick check with your hand revealed your face to still be hooded and gagged, though you strangely felt no discomfort from this. You almost made a protesting noise when you suddenly realize that the latex succubus had been entirely quiet this morning. Was she asleep? Could she even sleep?.

You reached around to your back, attempting to find a zipper or someway to take it off, but all you found was tight latex. She did go strangely latex when she encased me in it, she might have removed it. You went over to your desk, a bit uncomfortable about the lack of clothes you would have strewn about, and grabbed a pair of scissors from the draw.

You had no idea if cutting the outfit would wake her up, or if it would hurt her, but you might not have another chance at doing something. Still, trying to think ahead in case that went bad, you also pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil.

I am being controlled by a possessed outfit I accidentally summoned from a spellbook.

She is using magic to cause havoc with people, changing them or altering their perceptions.

It is hidden beneath my bed, please find a way to dismiss it if I fail.

You sign your name at the bottom of the note before you consider who to give it to. Something was done to your sister, she looked like disheveled and exhausted when you last saw her, while your mother actually threw away all your clothes!

You could send a text to your best friend, but one glance at your phone and the succubus would be on to you, assuming your friend was not also compromised. You kind of knew the people next door, their kids had babysat you and your sister when you were in the early teens, but the chance of them believing and acting on a note seemed low. You would also have to do your best to not even think about the note, you did not know how it worked but she did have that form of mindreading she used a few times last night.

Trying not to worry about the strange muscle movements you could feel, you got up, knowing that whatever you did would have to be soon before the succubus awoke. You knew you had to decide quickly what to do with the note, or to minimize the risk that she would 'return' early you could just try to cut off the latex right away and hope that works.