some days i wish someone could just zap me and make me latex.
other days i enjoy the rituals of putting my freshly cleaned and newly talc'd latex panties on, thinking to myself 'with these i am making myself a latex doll' a the cool tightness embraces by bottom and my now so smooth pussy.
i'm not sure which i want, but i do know i'd like it all to go _alot_ faster.
and not have to worry about work and bills and office politics etc. even being found out at work. i mean latex does smell when it gets warm... so far no ones said anything. but that could be good a/c and that some people in my office not knowing when to stop with the perfume or cologne.
some of those stories on legacy and gromets site just hit me so hard i want to jump into them and be the main character. to be taken out of the world and so changed so much i'd not be human anymore. a step past no return: forever into the latex doll.
am i mad? or just kinky? or is it the pressures of 9-5 (well beyond some days for me) and needing a fantasy escape? if you saw this story you'd put me in the 'mad' catergory.
but is it the journey or the end? i still don't know