She puts on the latex mini dress.

Jen took the dress out and rubbed it more thoroughly. The neck cleavage was actually quite narrow and ended with a large latex bow, so the expected way of getting inside was through the skirt. The insides were pre-lubed, and that meant the garment was ready to be put on.

The girl was also ready for the fitting. Her cheeks were pushing into the lower edge of {If Permanent blindfold = true}her perma-{else}the {endif}blindfold as she was smiling, thinking of the dress. It made Jen remember having some latex lingerie in her own wardrobe. The feelings of having her fingers sliding over the black fabric flooded her memories. She could not tell the dress' colour, but touching it felt so familiar — and much brighter.

"You w..."

"We were made to be together!" — Jen squealed and started to wiggle inside the mini dress.

"This was my line! I'm so proud of you sharing my vibe."

Jen's head dove out of the neck opening quickly, but as she pushed her hands into their openings, she was surprised to discover that there was another layer of latex going down from the shoulders. It was attached to the dress' sleeves, ended with them at the elbows and was designed to stop her from stretching her arms upwards.

"This is so... CUTE!!" — Jen could not resist letting her emotions level out to speak before the desires level could throw in its dime. Not that there was much more to say.

Yet the dress was still very loose on the girl. She tried pulling at the laces on her back, but they would not move, as if they were decorative and sewn into the material edges. All her efforts on getting them to tighten were futile until she accidentally bumped into the upper shelf with the bow knot right under the dress' cleavage. After that, the laces started to tighten rapidly. At first Jen was really happy, but in the last seconds of their contracting, she was begging them to stop as they pulled her waist much tighter than she deemed comfortable.

When the laces stopped moving, she could no longer reach them behind her at all. This was a very tight-fitted latex mini dress now. It also hugged her ass cheeks quite snugly, making her walk feel sexier as they were pushing harder against the smooth material.

Jen touched the latex bow and found a keyhole deep inside the knot. Could she really be stuck in this dress if no metal kept it locked?

"Don't try it. Breaking is always easier than repairing."

{If Insanity < 40}"I gotta. For science." — the girl said as she tried to rip her own skirt with all strength she had. After thirty seconds of trying to tear the material, she dropped it, caught her breath and examined it.

"No tears, no stretches. I can't even tell where was I trying to do it! How is it possible? There's gotta be an inner layer of... something inside latex. I wonder how much success I'll have with a blade. Haven't seen any though."

{else}"Okay, okay. Some things are just saint." — the girl smiled, wiping imaginary dust particles from her flatter-than-ever belly.{endif}

It was time to head towards the door. Just a few steps later, however, the latex bow let out a

*SNAP*

"What was that?" — Jen was scared by the sound, so she froze in place. Twenty seconds later, it repeated itself. — "It's the keyhole of all things, why is it doing that?"

As she slowly started to move again, the snaps were increasing their intensity for a while, but then slowed down and disappeared completely as she reached the door. She pushed the knob, and it opened.

"Oh jeez. Should I really go where my dress calls me? What if it's an another trap?"