"Fiora..."
The dominatrix turned to see Uncle Jack turning the lock on the door. "I knew I should have locked you away."
"But you didn't. Because you knew I'd find a way back."
"But my nephew...really?
"His body is surprisingly well-fitted to my needs. Remember when that fat porker tried to wear me? I nearly burst trying to squeeze in his stomach, and then you forced him to take me off."
Jack seemed to blush at the memory.
"Be honest, my dear Jack. You can't get rid of me, and you'll never hide me away. I've seen how you always make sure my makeup and hair are done to perfection. You'll never let anyone take me away from you."
"That may be true. But can you at least give my nephew his body back? I doubt he wants to spend the rest of eternity inside you, regardless of how appealing that might seem."
"Fine. You can unzip me, young man."
With that, you got back control of your hands and could pull down the zipper and peel Fiora off. Her skin and clothes lay in a sweaty mess on the floor as Jack came over and put a hand on your shoulder.
"From now, you don't touch anything in this store unless I tell you, understand?"
"Oh come now, Jack. Let the boy have his fun."
The two of you turned in shock to see Fiora calmly walking out of the back office in a shirt and black latex pants, heels clacking on the floor as she fastened the buttons that covered up her boobs.
Uncle Jack seemed only moderately surprised. "Fiora..."
"Don't be so baffled. You honestly think I didn't have a means of bringing myself to life if you wouldn't? All I needed was the right match." She grabs your hand.
"Come with me. We have plenty of work for you to do around here."