She zap her daughter

"Wha..." said her daughter, crumbling into a pile of skin on the chair.

The mother was surprised that it worked at all, but interest overcame fear and surprise, and she rushed to the pile of clothes on the chair. Taking the skinsuit in hand, the blouse, skirt and tights slid off the suit to the floor. The mother saw a crack in the suit, the insides were light red. She really could have worn it. Swiftly starting to take off her latex suit, after a while she was already standing naked in the room. Your breasts were hanging down, your skin was flabby – it was your ticket to a new life, despite the fact that this is your daughter, but for some reason you didn't care.

The mother put her foot in the skinsuit. She had long been used to the feeling of latex and all sorts of other materials, but this was something special. Her left leg was immediately transformed, now she was moving her snow-white, thin, taut leg of her daughter. It was like some kind of magic. She continued to pull on the suit further. The labia of the suit enveloped her ones. She let out an excited sigh. Then she slipped her hands into the thin and tight sleeves of the suit. Her breasts were replaced by daughter's smaller but firm breasts. She clutched at them and let out a moan again.

She went to the full-length mirror to see the old woman's head sticking out of the young body, which had already begun to secrete love juices. This had to be fixed, and she threw the hood hanging down in front of her. The fitting of the face went quickly, and then the light... the seal…

She opened her eyes… She turned into her daughter. She really wanted to try out her new body, and she began massaging her clitoris by plunging the fingers of her right hand into the vagina. While the left massaged the chest. The daughter was no longer young, but her body retained elasticity even after the birth of two daughters. And the feeling when masturbating was completely different.

She leaned against the mirror, licking her reflection.

"Now I'm going to be their mom... I guess you don't mind"

After that, she finished, rolling her eyes, slowly rolling down the mirror to the floor, splashing her juices in front of the mirror.

"Fuuuuck, I already forgot how cool it is to be young, aaaaaaaah haaaaaaa"

After lying like that for 10 minutes, she got up and picked up the suit she was wearing before taking her daughter's place. It seemed like the suit was supposed to fit, and she started putting it on. Fully dressed in latex, she went to her room where she then played with herself all day in latex and her toys…

Naturally, she wasn't going to stop there, and a year had already passed since the incident that no one knew about. She didn't use a brown pen, she didn't need the memories of her unhappy life. She just wanted to live her new life in a new body. And she led a sluty lifestyle, she used her old husband's inheritance, walking left and right. In this regard, she had to divorce with her husband, giving both her daughters to his care.

The daughters could not believe that she had done this. They begged, begged her to come back or at least explain the reason. But their mother didn't want to listen to anything, she kept talking about a new life. They knew she couldn't do that, something must have happened. But no one knew what it was. Therefore, they decided to conduct their own investigation. And they decided to visit her, where, as they found out, she lived in the house of their rich grandmother. About which there was also nothing heard, except from your mother herself, who said that grandma had died a long time ago.

The bell rang. The mother was unhappy that she was being distracted from entertainment, and she opened the door with displeasure. She was surprised when she saw two daughters on the threshold of her house, who found out where she lives.

"Oh, well hello girls, what did you want?", the mother blurted out

The girls stood with rounded eyes, because the mother in front of them was dressed in a latex suit from neck to toe. The youngest covered her eyes with her hands, the eldest, gathering her thoughts, said:

"So that's what you're doing here! Let us go, we need to talk!"

"And how long have you become such an impudent young lady, come on in," curtsied and invited their mother inside.

The house completely smelled of female pleasure. The older one looked with disgust at the scattered latex clothes and toys. The mother sat them down on the sofa and told them to wait until she made tea.

"I've never been to Grandma's house before," says the youngest.

"I used to be, and believe me, nothing has changed, there is clearly something wrong here," the elder concludes.

"Why was Mom dressed like that?" the younger one asks curiously.

"This is the whole problem that she has never dressed like this before, our grandmother used to dress like this...", the elder concludes.

"It can't be! Really?"

They did not have time to continue the conversation as the mother returned with tea. The conversation was essentially about nothing, they could not get anything new out of it. The youngest cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, but she categorically did not want to hug her. More and more suspicions crept into the older sister's head. And saying that she needed to go to the bathroom, she then asked where she was. Her mother agreed to accompany her there. After escorting her, the mother stayed outside while the eldest tried to do her business. Even the toilet room was spacious, it was combined with the bathroom, there was a huge mirror over the sink. Quickly finishing her business, she went to the sink to wash her face. She heard the door open and in the reflection she sees a latex figure coming into the room. Her mother was holding something in her direction. The mother was serious and it could be seen in her eyes.