Jack stared down at Elle. The air hose was sticking out of her abdomen, and she was a shiny latex inflatable sex doll. He peeled back her sweater to see if she was rubber all over and was shocked to see she was labeled Property of Delta Omicron Gamma. The DOG's were the biggest fraternity on campus with two big old houses side-by-side as their "frat house."
"There must be a hundred guys in that frat," Jack shook his head and laughed in nervous disbelief, "Guess you really will be on your back with a line of guys around the block waiting to use you, Elle."
He looked around his room, and then he reached down and lifted her surprisingly light body. There was an odd sound like rubber rubbing against rubber as he picked her up. That was when he noticed his hands. They were rubberized. He pulled back his shirt sleeves - and it was rubber as far as he could see. He began to strip off his clothing. His chest hair appeared to be painted to his chest. They smeared as he ran his fingers over them. The paint was still wet? He stared at himself in the mirror. He was slowly turning into a latex doll too. He stood there in his underwear for a moment, but he had to see, so he pulled his underwear down.