Examine it

Wondering how it got there, you walk over to examine it. As you pick it up to examine it, something pulls at your legs, hard. You drop the cincher and fall on top of it. Instantly, the cincher comes to life and grabs your waist. You scream, and try to pull it off. The cincher tightens down on your waist and holds strong. You gasp for breath as the cincher tightens itself around your waist. You continue to fight it, but its grip is too strong. The hooks tighten down another notch, cutting off your breath even more. You see black at the edge of your vision. The cincher tightens another notch, and you pass out from lack of oxygen. You wake up a few seconds later to find a pair of stockings halfway up your calves. You let out another shriek and kick your legs violently. The stockings grip your calves like glue and continue to climb up your legs. The stockings make their way up the rest of your legs, pulling tight halfway up your thighs. A small black ribbon tied itself tightly, keeping the stockings in place. Your legs now look white and silken. You stand up and try to leave the room. Your legs carry you off towards the closet instead of the doorway. You fight them but they carry you to the closet. Your feet kick the door open, releasing a huge pile of clothes. As all the clothes tumble out, you are buried in the pile. Picking your way out, you manage to free yourself from the flood of dresses, skirts, panties, and other articles of feminine clothing. You sit up and pull your arms free. You look at your hands and find a pair of long white gloves clasped onto your fingers. You shake your hands vigorously, but the gloves hold tight. The gloves slide up your arms, stretching just past your elbows. Black ribbons tie off the gloves, making it impossible to remove them. You stand up, and your arms reach into the pile. Rummaging around, the gloves find what they are looking for, and pull it out. A white, lacy, nylon brassiere is gripped in your hand. “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!” you cry as your arms slide themselves through the holes in the bra and pull it onto your shoulders. Your arms reach around your back and fasten the hook of the bra into the tightest slot. Your hands reach back into the pile as you begin to cry, taking shallow breaths because of the cincher. When your hands leave the pile of clothes again, they are holding a lacy pair of white panties. You cry harder as your legs step into the panties and your arms pull them up to cover your crotch. Your legs carry you over to the mirror above the makeup table. You examine yourself in the mirror as you sit down. Your arms and legs go limp. You try to move them of your own accord and you realize you have your motion back. You immediately try to remove the bra. As soon as your hands touch it, yours arms straighten out again. The bra begins to feel tight on your chest. You look down to see breasts sprouting from your chest. As your new breasts grow to fill the bra, you move to remove the panties. Again, once your gloved hands come in contact with the panties, your arms straighten out. Your hands now move towards your new breasts, the gloves in control again. Your hands gently cup the mounds of flesh, massaging them. Alien sensations explode throughout your body. The pleasure sending shivers down your spine. Your hands continue massaging your breasts, the pleasure growing. You suddenly feel a more powerful rush of pleasure, as your hands release your breasts. You look down to see that your penis has shrunk in on itself. Your fingers slide inside the panties, probing the area around your new vagina. One hand returns to massaging your breasts as your other hand begins rubbing the lips of your vagina. You moan loudly from the sensations. Your fingers enter your vagina. A wave of pleasure floods through your body, clouding your thoughts. Your fingers work faster, increasing the pleasure. You throw your head back as your body is caught in the orgasm. Liquid covers your gloves. Your mind goes blank. You find yourself standing in a white room with a single door. What do you do?