"I wish ..."
It was her dress. It was so shiny and smooth that I was lost in world of highlights and shadows. And her breasts were right there, in my face. "... that your skin was as shiny as your dress."
Monique stood up right so fast I thought she was going to fall over backward. It may have been part of the magic or maybe she was simply trying to get away from me. But it happened too quickly. In a flash Monique's skin had taken on a sheen of pink rubber. Her bare arms were smooth and blemish free. Her legs glinted in the light that bounced around the room.
Sitting up I could see her face. She seemed slightly in shock for the moment Her face was gleaming. She was shaped exactly like before but where there was soft flesh she now had smooth peachy rubber all over. Her eye-brows and hair remained dark-brown and as real as before. To me the change was sudden and startling but in a weird way she was very sexy.
Slowly she lifted her hands to look at them. In front of her face she turned and flexed her hands watching them. Tiny squeaks of rubber on rubber escaped from her hands as she did so. Monique inspected down her arms to her shoulders. Then she looked down at her breasts. Pulling her top away she inspected the shimmering mounds of peach rubber. Allowing the dress to snap back into place Monique was touching her face now. She felt her cheeks and chin. Her questing fingers traced her brow and nose, all the while the sound of two balloons being rubbed together was heard. In a flash Monique was at the mirror over the chest of drawers looking at herself.
After a long while while I tried not to breathe. Presently she turn back around and she was smiling a wide and toothy smile.
"You arh' une sick bahs'tarhrd. But Ah like it." She said.
"Good," I said in a gush of wind.
"What is next?" She said walking back to the bed as her thighs squeaked with each step.