The Decision Not To Haunts You

Blanche walks always. As she does, her shape, her figure, shrink. You want to follow her and discover more. More about the gleaming latex suit. More about the reason for her melancholic attitude. More about her. But, it seems futile. How can you interact person to person with someone whose most vivid feeling is that they aren't a person?

What would bring that about?

These questions and more float around your head that evening. You'd hoped you might run into her on the way to a class. Let circumstances take the decision about whether to follow her away from you. But, you don't run into her. You replay the decision not to follow her in your head instead of listening to your aesthetics teacher blabber about John Dewey. You replay it in your mind before you go to sleep.

Elsewhere:

Outside of your sight and comprehension, Blanche Xue prepares for sleep in the usual way. First she strips out of her boring daytime clothes. They form a pool on the ground beneath her feet. In the mirror she examines her figure for imperfections. Since childhood there have been more and more everyday. Scars, and pocks, and sunburns that impress themselves on her figure for the rest of her life. By normal standards people would consider her skin especially smooth, especially clear. She keeps such good care of it. But, every night before sleep she looks for new imperfections.

It takes on average thirty minutes each night to clean the surface of her white latex bodysuit. It's worth it. At the end of the cleaning process, the shoot's surface shines a clean perfect white. Once it's been cleaned, she works it on to her body. First the legs, which require moving her body through as much as the suit as possible. They end at a pair of heels, built into the feet of the suit.

In the inside of the suit, a pair of white plastic phallic protrusions push inward. Before Blanche can put the suit on any further, she needs to lubricate herself. First she takes her hand and rubs her clit. Within a minute her pussy juices up. Then she spits on her hand and uses that to warm up her anal cavity. Only once her holes are ready does she slowly lower herself onto the dildos.

The midsection is mostly easy, but once it reaches her amble bosom, she has to strain against the latex to fit them inside. the material is tight enough to frame and enhance her natural curvature without, compressing it. The arms are difficult, if only for the challenge of working her fingers into the correct grooves in the built in bondage mittens at the ends.

Once the bodysuit is fully in position, she takes the white latex mask from her bag, and lowers it gently on to her face. Once it's on, her distinctive appearance is gone. Her skin is entirely replaced by the latex suit. Her face is entirely replaced by the latex mask. The only uniquely Blanche element left is the black pony tail that leaves from the hole in the back of the mask.

When it is on, she looks in the mirror and smiles. The final element is the white plastic collar. She always dreads this part. Blanche puts it on. Once it's locked around her neck, the collar snaps shut by itself. then it begins to glow an awful white, and in a moment Blanche's mind turns off. Her thoughts, memories, and personality all go dormant. The next time the latex bound figure looks into the mirror, her eyes have completely lost their pupil. Blanche isn't there anymore. white is.

white, walks out of her dorm, and then returns to her home. She will remain there until sunrise.