You started to wonder if you could change your appearance in any way. You started by trying to change your nail color to red, which they did. You tried changing your thong's color to black, which also worked. You then tried changing your bra's color to black as well, which worked just like the others. Then, you wondered if you could get rid of your undergarments.
You started by trying to remove your bra. You felt like something was being taken off of your chest and back, and saw that your bra was gone, revealing your large, nipple-less breasts. You then tried removing your thong, which also worked. Your crotch had a lack of any genitals, but why wouldn't it? You didn't want or need a vagina, so why would you expect one?
Your mind then wandered to clothes, and you remembered that your ex-girlfriend had left some of her clothes behind. You went over to her old room to see what she had. You found that she had a lovely-looking red dress, which you wondered why she left, and a pair of matching red stilettos.
You started with the dress. You were a bit busty for the dress, which you fixed by reducing your breast size some. The dress fit very well, like a glove. You saw the fabric of it start to get shiny, like your own latex skin. Soon, it became latex itself, and merged with your body. You could feel the air on it just like your own skin. You ran your fingers around the hem of the skirt, enjoying the feeling. Next, you moved on to the shoes, which were a size to big. However, the shoes adjusted to fit your feet themselves, and merged with them just like your dress.
You felt so beautiful, you loved this dress and the shoes. You loved how the dress and shoes matched, you loved how your lips and nails matched too. If you could, you'd have grinned at yourself in the mirror. You felt like a model. You were a model, though. Of course you feel like one. You're a latex fetish model. You've always been one.
Your phone buzzed. It was your manager reminding you that you had a photoshoot in an hour, and that he didn't want you to be late. You replied that you were on your way, and left your apartment for the job you were made for.