Take a small souvenir.

It was not hard getting out physically. Jen was a strong girl. It was about letting go of the warmth of the box and returning her body still mostly naked into the chilly, unnavigable vastness of the hall. There was nothing she could do to learn about the environment besides touching whatever she succeeded walking up to. Even if she could echolocate like a dolphin, she could not hear anything through the hood.

Jen hesitantly tugged at the golden collar that was preventing her from taking off the hood again. Maybe this time she could have a tiny glance? A teaspoon of cheating? Instead, she realized that something still was in her hand.

"Did I take it with me? How did I not notice that?"

"I might have sneaked it in. A small souvenir from the box. I thought you'd like it."

The girl unfolded the bundle and quickly came to the conclusion that those were latex panties. Just them, just a single seamless piece of the smooth, squeaky fabric. She was flattered, but also a little concerned. The question of how could she not notice somewhere right in her fingers was never answered.

"Come on. I did it for you. It's the highest quality. An acceptable undergarment for the perfect woman we are creating together. What harm is there in trying?"

"I have a really good point. If I could get it out of my mouth, I could present it to you."

"Sweet! Silence means consent."

There was nothing to distract Jen from these panties, so she slowly started driving them down and around her boots, then up her long legs. She wished to not want them, but it was better to have something on than nothing. She hoped they were not lubricated, but, of course, they were.

As the girl pulled the top over her hips, the panties came into contact with the dildo.

"They're gonna make it so much worse." — she realized and continued anyway in a few seconds. Slowly, the crotch was getting tighter and the rubber toy was getting deeper and deeper slowly. — "I... love it. It feels so fucking right."

"You go girl! It will shape you right, with nothing alien sticking out."

Her pointy heels were off the ground. She felt like she could stand on the very pointed toes themselves. She gasped and let the latex go. It landed on the top of her hips splendidly, leaving her in a yet another new reality.

The dildo was inside in a whole new level. So much more sensitive, agile, unpredictable. A familiar shaking appeared in her knees. Jen reached for the box and shut the lid. She knew she was going to need somewhere to lay herself, but some part of her kept in mind that getting out of the box this time would be even harder.

Jen was so alive. Despite the cold, sweat began accumulating on the plastic lid as she stroked her smooth head and new pussy. Smooth and filled. As it was right from the beginning. With the sounds and the sight replaced by starry visions, she fell out of the reality so quickly. When the orgasm struck her, she gathered herself up and hugged her knees to keep the warm pulses contained in her somehow, so that they would stay around for longer.

***

The feeling of losing control was getting stronger. Jen was feeling like moving out to a direction at once, but still lacked the will to take a particular one. She knew one thing for sure: it took a lot of effort to get to this box without the panties, and walking with them on was going to require the amount of resolve she definitely did not have.