(>79)She seals her outfit.

"You're right. I'm so tired of my doubts. I choose to not have a choice."

Jen grabbed two of the thick sealers and stuck them into the boots' keyholes at the same time. They started to hiss and boil obnoxiously, making the girl anxious. But as the handles fell down, she touched the perfectly smooth ankle clasps and calmed down considerably.

"Wasn't that a great idea? Let's develop it."

"Should I do it? I'm not sure if I wanna be stuck in this outfit forever."

"This is how you never worry about it anymore, silly."

"True... Here we go then."

Jen pushed a sealer into the latex mini dress' keyhole.

"The real key was there as well, but it doesn't matter anymore."

After a minute, the girl touched the bow and discovered that the key was successfully destroyed along with its hole. The fate-sealing device worked perfectly.

There she was now, stuck in a fetish latex dress that did not allow raising her arms, a blindfold that took away her sight and a pair of extremely high-heeled winter booties that were going to guarantee no rest for Jen's poor feet for indefinite time.

She tugged at the boots, tried to move away the blindfold, struggled to roll the dress's skirt upwards, but was soon enough met with too much resistance. Yes, even the dress had an intermediate level of some fortifying fabric that was designed to help maintain the piece's shape and prevented tearing.

"No more hard choices... Just listen to me. We can have so much fun together..."