The black latex doll that was once Amy tapped her puffy round mouth-hole with the tip of her mitten as she considered leaving right at that moment. She was almost perfect... but only almost.
Raising her tapping mitten, mentally snapping her non-existent fingers, she paced easily back into her mother's room and rummaged in the back corners of the larger closet, hunting for something she hoped was there.
'Be there... be there...YES!' she crowed in her mind as she found a larger unmarked box at the bottom of the last stack that jingled and squeaked softly as she shook it. With a quiver that betrayed the hope simmering inside, she opened it and bounced on her knees as the hidden treasures she uncovered were EXACTLY what she was looking for.
Reverently, she pulled out a mass of red latex that she laid out onto the floor, sorting it into more items to finally complete her look. A torso-length latex underbust corset with thick boning, a abdomen wrecking 14" circumference and swivel clips placed strategically about it; a similarly-designed chin-cupping posture collar that seemed too long and too narrow, with a neck mounted d-ring attached; a double belt rig with stiff, red rubber handles attached; red rubber cat ears; a clip-on red rubber cat tail; a weird set of paw-like gloves and boot covers and at least three red rubber bondage cuffs for each limb.
Clapping her mitten-hands with a soft 'splap, splap,' she picked up the corset and shimmied herself into it without thinking further, expertly cinching it down until it was completely shut in the rear. She felt it heat and fuse to her, but instead of fading to black, the latex garment merely seemed to become as nearly-impossibly glossy as the rest of her body.
Within a few moments, she had also donned the collar, and as it merged with her, she now knew her only way of looking around was to totally 'face' what she wanted to see. She wobbled for a bit, getting used to only having her arms and legs able to move freely, before she bent at the hips and grabbed the handle-belt rig and wrapped it around her hips.
Turning herself to look into her mother's mirror, she would've immediately started playing with herself if she weren't quite finished. Her body now looked like one of the latex gimp-girls she had sneaked looks at online, crossed with a latex blow-up doll. But it wasn't exactly done just yet.
She gripped each cuff and placed it around it's proper place, ending with red bands of attached clip points ringing her ankles, just under her knees, her thighs, her wrists, just below her elbows and near her shoulders. She bounced in place as she almost reverently placed the almost-comical ear-band on the top of her head and clipped the tail in place, then stepped into boot covers and tugged the paw gloves in place.
It was only a few moments before she stood there in front of the mirror, one bulbous paw-finger wedged onto her red-ringed pussy-hole; the other paw at her mouth, trying to force two into the hole that was the only opening on her head. She worked at that for a time, her tail thrashing side-to-side and her ears swiveling.
As her body came down from the orgasmic rush of her look now, her torso bobbed in the best approximation of a nod.
NOW she was ready to be seen in public....