"WAKE UP!"
Ssschlurp. Your hypnotic mask peels off of your face. The mercifully dim light around you reveals a wealthy yet outdated girl's bedroom, all lace and quilting. A sneeze builds up in your nose as the scent of cedar chips and potpourri hits you. Dazed and gasping, it's taking effort to not just get overwhelmed by the sudden change in scenery.
"W...wha-"
"You're already late, dummy." The short girl in the shadows tosses you a jiggling mound of... something. The projectile unfolds in midair and wraps around your torso like a wet blanket. The girl bounces on her heels as she grows increasingly impatient. "Well? Put it on!"
It's a costume? You peel the floppy object off of your chest and take a look. Huh, it IS a costume; some sort of soft, snug skinsuit. You'd take a closer look at whatever you're being ordered to wear, but your patron is giving you a look which somehow makes her brunette pigtails seem intimidating. There's no easy zipper anywhere on the suit, so it looks like you're stretching out the neck hole and squeezing into it...
The first thing you notice is how quiet this skinsuit is. There no squeaking or creaking, only the whisper of your legs on talcum-coated material. The feel on your skin, too, it's all soft and gummy... that can't be latex. Silicone, maybe? Whatever it's made of, it barely resists you as you pull your feet all the way down to the bottom of the suit, fitting each of its articulated toes over your own. It feels less like a sock and more like over a centimeter of padding in any given direction. It doesn't even crease or wrinkle at the joints, strange.
"Why are you just staring at that thing? Let me do it." The girl stomps over to you and starts tugging the pant legs up to your thighs. Her frustration only grows when you try to push away from her. "Hey! I own you or something, you have to let me do it if I say so." You cease your struggles, wondering if your life is on the line here.
It isn't until the suit is pulled up over your hips that you notice your cock isn't in a chastity device right now. You reason that it must have been removed with the rest of the slave clothing. A sense of relief washes over you for the few seconds you have before the girl grabs your testicles and jams them into a tight pouch within the skinsuit. Just like that, you are once again emasculated- not just by hiding it with clothing, but by...
"Um... does this suit have a vagina?"
"A what? Oh yeah, there's a pee hole. Don't touch it or I'll mace you." Knowing that she probably means it, you decide not to test her. You even let her push the suit's belly button into your own- apparently your belly button is an innie now.
You awkwardly shuffle your encased feet. An odd weight pushes back against your every movement. "Uh..." you hesitate to interrupt this crazy kid at all. "Why's this thing so... thick?"
"'Cause your body is so small and skinny compared to me. Duh. Now move your arms down so I can get them in here."
Compared to... wait, what? You watch your arms disappear under sleeves of pale, flesh-toned silicone. Glancing aside- yep, same skin tone as her. Pink fingernails cover up yours, the same shade of pink nail polish she's wearing. You're being disguised as her? You have the feeling that you're already supposed to know this, and don't ask further questions.
There's a gentle snap on the side of your neck as the skinsuit is pulled all the way on. Its collar is contoured around the shape of your jawline, taller around the base of your skull. Taller... you're almost the same height as that girl now! If she wasn't wearing shoes, you'd be the same size. It's just your head that sticks out, but she's on that already.
"Okay whoever you are, stay still and don't move your head." The girl is holding a limp, bald copy of her own face, an image you never thought you'd ever see. In mere seconds she flips it around and begins pulling it over your head! The smothering silicone fits snugly over your ears, your nose, your lips, even around your eyes. Her finger pushes the mask's hem under the neck of the suit, and the seam is barely visible at all...
"Hi, me! You're gonna make a good decoy." The girl drops a brunette wig with pigtails over your head. "My dad's gonna get away with whistleblowing! He said that democracy is gonna win! Isn't this cool?"
"I... I think?" You stand there, frozen like an ice sculpture of a technically naked child.
"You're going to have to work on the voice, but yeah! C'mon, get with the other mes." She takes your hand and drags you into the hallway. Three other naked clones march down the hall in a daze. Looks like your work is going to be cut out for you...