(>39) She uses the Sealer on her skirt.

{If Checked keys = true}Directed by the voice, her eyes were centered on the corner, where she had thrown the mysterious contraption.{else}The sack did not look too thrilling, and her glance started to slip back onto the main sight in here.{endif}She saw her hand crawl forward and grab it.

"Am I that **** to try the thing that's literally labeled 'DO NOT TRY'?"

Jen had it in her hands right before her face. It smelled of chemicals weakly and did not look like a concealed key to freedom. But there was one way to know for sure.

The girl drove it behind her back and slid it into her skirt's keyhole. All in one confident move, while her mind was very far from a thought-out decision.

"W-why did I do that? Because I could? You don't do such things without thinking!" — Jen was full of concern as a chemical reaction began back there, with suspicious hissing sounds going on for several seconds before fading to nothing. The Sealer's handle disconnected and remained in her hand, but she dropped it to touch the keyhole. Or, rather, the place where keyhole used to be.

There was nothing there anymore. Not a sign, just perfectly smooth white latex hugging her from her waist to her knees.

"Oh, no. Nonono... This is not possible."

Jen tried to rip the skirt again with more **** than before, and in different places, and again she could not even make her efforts to free herself visible, let alone productive.

A mixed feeling of arousal and despair was enveloping the thoughts that were passing through her mind:

"I sealed this skirt onto my body. It's permanent. This sexy kind of walk it gives me is now all I've got. No more morning jogging. No more alpinism. My ass is white and squeaky now, and I'll have to live my life onwards like that...

...or find something sharp and cut it off me. There's no way it's that durable, right?"

"It's perfectly normal to deny it at first. I hope we'll skip to acceptance quick enough."