Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots thought your body. You can feel the dress lose shape, turning into some sort of goo. You fall down, unable to stand.
'Aaaah, what the hell!' — you scream in agony. Then a black veil covers your eyes and ears.
The latex spreads across your whole body, covering every inch of it. It's like a second skin now; a dark purple bodysuit.
The pain subsides just as sudden as it began. You stand up, grabbing onto nearby furniture, still weak.
You examine your latex-clad body. The bodysuit clings is a perfect fit and it accentuates your muscular body very well, making you look like some kind of fetish golem. Latex on your eyes seems a bit thinner than anywhere else so you can see through it. In fact, the whole suit feels very thin and fragile. Perhaps you could cut it?
But fortune is certainly not on your side today: you remember that all of your knives are in your backyard, left there after a recent BBQ party.
'You've got to be kidding me' — you grunt, the sound of your voice muffled by this wicked latex suit.
You search frantically around the house, looking for anything sharp, but strangely enough, nothing you find seems to help. Scissors, nail trimmer, even a ballpoint pen — nothing pierces the rubber. You sigh.
'I guess I have no choice then'
You walk to your back door and stealthily check out the surroundings. Looks like the coast is clear: neighbours aren't around and wooden fence around your yard should be just enough to keep your rubbery predicament a secret from any unwanted onlookers.
You open the door and crouch, sneaking towards the table with knives.
A gust of wind blows and you find yourself knocked back. Weird! It's sunny; no storm in sight. Maybe you're still weak after that horrible pain.
You make it to the table. You reach out to pick up the knife, but you can't: your fingers fused into a deformed mitten-hand. You look at them, dumbfounded. More than that, this weird hand is now see-through.
'This isn't happening' — you panic. Your turn around and try to run back to the door, but your right leg, much like your right arm, is now a cartoonish parody of itself: all swollen and translucent. Still, you have your left. You walk as fast as you can, feeling your insides hollowing out.
Squeak! Your chest balloonifies, pushing out and expanding. A strong smell of latex hits your nostrils.
Squeak! Your ass expands to ridiculous proportions, matching the torso.
Squeak! Squeak!
Most of your body is now empty and deformed: all puffed out in round shapes. Only your left leg remains and you wobble on it, still trying to make it back to the house.
Tough luck! Another gust of wind blows you lightweight rubber body back and then upwards. As you fly up into the sky, you finally become a balloon, head to toe. A bright, shiny crystal purple balloon in the shape of a fit guy.