...an inflatable toy nozzle, like ones you would find on beach balls, swim rings and such.
'What in the world am I supposed to do with this thing?' — you whimper.
There is nothing special about this thing; it's merely a piece of plastic. You try to push it against your skin, the dress, the stockings, but nothing happens. There's an old beach ball in your house. You try the same thing with it and yet again, your efforts are fruitless.
You return to your bedroom to consider your next move. What could the nozzle possibly be for?
You're still turned on by wearing this outfit, so you try to masturbate again. Just as you lift your skirt, you suddenly understand. There's one place you haven't checked yet. Pushing the nozzle against your panties, you hope for the best and... it gets melted fused with them!
'Ah!' — you scream in surprise.
You try to open the nozzle, but touching it feels so good that you just lose all you strength when you try to do so. It's like a hypersensetive clit right on top of your panties.
Not matter how hard you try, it's not possible. As soon s you touch the thing, pleasure gets so intense that you almost black out, hands shaking, voice trembling.
Removing panties becomes impossible as well: they seem stuck to you, more 'second skin'-like than before.
All these attempts look like ridiculous attempts at masturbation. You spend half an hour rubbing, touching, pinching and fiddling with the toy part, but all you get is wonderful orgasms, one after another.
'Mngghhh' — you moan helplessly.
Just as you recover from another climax, weak and light-headed, you notice something. Your skin. It's strange: all shiny and slick, just like latex! Moreover, when you check the part of your legs not covered by stockings, you see seams slowly fading in.
You try to remove the gloves, the dress, but it doesn't work: they're all stuck on you and you can't even find the zipper. You are imprisoned by latex that is now turning you into...
Your heart sinks. You rush to the phone and dial your girlfriend's number. The feeling of dizziness gets stronger every second.
—Hi!
—Honey, come to my house at once, I need your help NOW
—Wh... what? Who are you? How did...
—There's no time to explain. I ot ino roule a... o... ah...
You struggle to pronounce the words but they won't come out: you mouth is now locked in an 'O' shape. Your fingers fuse together into love doll-like mittens and you drop the phone.
—Hello? Hello?
—Ahhh! O..! A..! ... ...
Now your voice is gone completely. You walk to the mirror on stiff, weak legs. As you approach it, you see the full extent of the transformation. Your face is now half-girl, half-doll, complete with shiny latex skin and a rubbery tube instead of a mouth. One of your eyes have already turned into a doll's painted eye, the other one is still human. You blink a couple of times, then the transformation takes it as well.
You feel very light-headed. As your feet turn into doll's simplistic feet, you fall to the ground with a light 'thump'. There's nothing inside but air now. Your legs spread apart nad your arms assume a stereotypical lovedoll position. You try to move them but it's no use: you have no control over this body now.
As you lay there, by the mirror, the final transformation takes place. You feel intense pleasure as your vagina and anus are replaced with rubbery tubes for pleasing your lover. It is so intense that you lose consciousness.
When you come back, everything's the same.
You are a latex sex doll in a latex dress.
Ready to be loved.
The latex got what it wanted: now you are together and you are one.
There is a knock on the door.