The fire alarm was so sudden and so loud I dropped the remote. My first instinct was to get out of these clothes. I tried the zipper of my skirt again but it was still not moving, because what must be the laces of the corset stuck in there. So the corset wouldn't come off either and it was covering the bottom of my bra top keeping it tight on me.

If only I could get my heels off but I had trouble reaching the straps in these tight clothes and with only the tip of my fingers I could not get them unstrapped. There was an urgent knocking on the door and I heard someone yelling "Sir, sir!"

I looked one more time in the mirror and saw no sir, no male here. And then the door opened and the front desk lady that had checked me in only a bit ago stood there, gaping at me, but with a panicked look on her face. Even now she was cute as hell and I really hoped I could hook up with her somehow during these weeks.

She spoke Spanish to me, assuming I was a local. "Senorita, there's a fire, you have to leave! Where is the American?" Now I speak fluent Spanish, as my mom is half Mexican and she made sure I knew the culture and the language. That's the reason in the first place why I'm here to do the job. So I answered in Spanish as well while keeping my voice soft and hopefully feminine, "He was getting something from the shop, told me to wait for him."

"We have to leave!" she urged and grabbed my hand to guide me out. She must have stepped on the little remote control because at that moment I felt the egg in my rear vibrate again, much stronger than before. I buckled over a bit from the sensation and she asked "Senorita are you okay?" By now she had her arm wrapped around me and I could feel the heat of her hand through both of my skirts. The sensation drove me straight into an orgasm though I tried to swallow my moans. "I'm okay, I whispered" and tried to move with her out of the room.

There was smoke in the hallway and she moved me away from it. Her hand was rubbing up and down my leather skirt and I realized this was more than her helping me. Unless her intention was my next orgasm as it came on even harder than the first one. She held on to me tightly and that didn't help either. Thank God the vibration stopped again after my third.

At least I could concentrate now on the stairs that she was leading me down from. Again I marveled at how gracious women can walk stairs in tight skirts and heels, but by looking at my lovely help in her own tight skirt I mimicked the moves and we reached down without me tripping. There was now a long hallway and another stairs going up and eventually she led me in a room.

I had sort of expected to be led outside but she answered my unspoken question with "We're in a different building now, you're safe here. I didn't think you wanted to be seen by people in your current state." Oh, she was right about that! I answered "Thank you, you are right, I'm not myself right now."

"Listen", she said, "I know you orgasmed just from my touch. And I want to play some more with that. Please feel welcome in my room but don't leave. If security sees you they'll throw you out on the street, or worse, hand you to the Police." I nodded, I had no intention showing myself the way I'm dressed right now. She suddenly kissed me on the mouth, her tongue going in deep, hitting the back of my throat. I had no option but kiss her back. At that point my egg started vibrating again and I did not suppress my moans this time.

She pulled back and smiled, saying "I think we're going to be very good friends. I have to go now, helping out with this emergency. I'll be back in a few hours and then we'll make love for real." And she disappeared at that. I could only lay down on the bed and let the orgasm wash over me, that was triggered by her words.

When the egg finally stopped I started to think straight again. I'm in deep trouble that's for sure. I have no papers, no money, and although I thought I looked nice, I figured she saw me as an escort or a prostitute. And she would make love to me, if I like it or not. But I think I will like it. I wanted to get friendly with her from the moment I saw her. But what if she finds out I'm a man?

I looked at myself again in the mirror. The orgasms had left my cheeks flushed. My hair was a mess. I tried to take off the wig, but even that was stuck. In a sudden thought I tried to lift up my skirt, the leather one would move up a bit but the rubber one seemed like glued to my legs. Is it caused by my sweat? I checked the corset, not one spot where I could get a finger between the rubber and the leather of my top. Like they were glued together. And checking the seams on the top side of my bra it made the padding look like I had full breasts in the cups and they were like glued again to my skin.

More and more I started wondering if it was a setup. Heat triggered glue? But how could someone expect I would do all the things I did? Was I so obvious? And what would have happened if it wasn't for the fire alarm? Would they have collected me and sold me as a slave? Does that even happen anymore?

Or was the fire alarm part of the plan? No, my savior seemed genuine. She fell in love with me the moment she saw me, as a woman. Just my luck.
But I had to keep her as a friend. The people that planted the clothes in my room may still try to collect me. I will need her help and the only way she will keep helping me is if I remain the woman she has her lovely eye on. Maybe at some point I can get back to my room, get my papers and my money and somehow back in my own clothes but until then...

I need to look good, better than now and that means makeup. I have maybe two hours before she gets back. I looked around and found her makeup table with ease. She has a lot.
I sat down and grabbed a brush first. When I tried to get some order in my hair I just realized how real it had become. I felt it pulling my skin as if it was my own. To keep my own sanity I started seeing myself as a girl, enjoying the brushing of her hair, trying to get pretty for her lover. It made it easier and in my head I gave myself a female name, Rosanna Rodriguez, using my mother's maiden name.

When my hair was in order I pulled it into a ponytail using a clip on the dresser. I loved that look. My eye suddenly caught sight of a box. It said hair removal on it in Spanish and when I pulled out the device it seemed fairly simple. I plugged it in and pulled the trigger while moving it over the skin of my arm. It was hot and I smelled some burned hair but it took care of the little stubble I had noticed. It went pretty fast and I did all the skin that wasn't covered and eventually my face and neck. The light was very bright and I used the dark glasses that were in the box as well to protect my eyes. When I was done I used a small adapter and thinned out my eyebrows a bit. The effect was amazing. Afterwards I used a cream that was in the box to cool my skin down and I was shocked how soft and smooth my skin suddenly was.

Now for the rest of my face. At least an hour had passed and I needed some time to experiment. I didn't try anything severe, just a bit of blush that improved my cheeks and the rest of my time I spent on my eyes, just drawing a line under it the way I had seen an old girlfriend do it. But again I realized how clueless we men are on the effort that women put in just to look pretty and natural to us. But I got it done, maybe not great, but I could tell I looked better than before.

When I looked at my nails I suddenly knew they needed a fix as well. I painted them red with some polish that I found and was quite proud how sexy it looked. And I found the matching lipstick and after a couple of tries that looked halfway decent as well. I think Selena would be happy, I finally remembered her name again after I saw a badge on one of her uniforms in the closet.

Just at that moment the door opened and she came in. She looked surprised seeing me at her dresser but then a big smile appeared on her face. "You look great!" she said. "So do you." I smiled back.
She got serious again. "Listen, I don't know if you had a purse or handbag with you, but everything in that room is destroyed by the fire. Luckily we could keep the damage to only three rooms."
I was shocked, my passport, my money, my clothes plus all my work stuff. But I stayed in character and said "Oh my God, my money, my drivers license, my keys. I live out of town, how will I get back?"

"We can work that out tomorrow, because tonight you stay with me. I fell in love the moment I saw you. I have a latex and leather fetish and there you are, my fetish come to life."
I smiled, knowing now that the rubbery stuff is latex. "You are my savior, I owe you my life. Your touch made me cum multiple times, so I think I was indeed meant to be yours. You are the loveliest woman I have ever seen and I will stay as long as you want." Not sure if I overdid this, but her smile was so wide now I just wanted to hug her. And so I did, and the moment I kissed her the egg started again. But for the first time as a woman I was prepared for it and I let myself go, enjoying the feeling.

She pushed me down on the bed, rubbing and licking me all over and with my skin so sensitive now I simply came and came. Finally she pulled up her skirt and sat down on my face. All I could do was lick her very wet insides, then I plunged my tongue deep in her. She tasted delicious and I enjoyed the experience tremendously. When she came I came as well and I was proud of myself. My smile said it all and when she kissed me she said "I don't even know your name, but I love you!" "It's Rosanna and I love you too." I knew it to be the simple truth, she could make me cum with the touch of a finger or the tip of her tongue and I loved every minute of it.

Later we were cuddled on the bed, she was wearing her own leather skirt now and a latex bra. And I explained some of my problems. "I only got this outfit today and I think someone treated it with a glue that activated when it got warm. I can't get it off anymore and by now I need badly to get to the bathroom."

She checked all the seams and had to agree, it was stuck on me. And she discovered how the laces were not stuck in the zipper but glued between the two skirts. And the zipper seemed like a one way device, once closed it would never open again. Someone had the intention to lock me in these clothes. I shared my thought that maybe that someone's goal was to collect me and maybe sell me or something.

She agreed, slavery is still a big problem in Mexico. And she concluded that the American must be part of the scheme, that's why he had still not reported back to the hotel. I didn't really like where that was going but I nodded in sort of agreement. Fact of the matter is that I might well be in danger. And another fact was that I needed to go to the bathroom. This puzzled Selena but only for a moment. She walked to a trunk with a big lock on it, I assumed it held her valuables. It did, but she also pulled out a rubber hose and a sort of ball that you could squeeze.

It was a bit tricky but we actually had fun with it. There was no room to get her hand between my legs, no matter how hard we tried. But she managed to push the hose in and as she explained, if it hit my pee hole she'd stop and I could pee through the tube in a bottle. If it would hit my butt hole she would push it in deeper and she would pump water in and at some point it would relieve me in a messy fluid mix that we should aim into the toilet.
Amazingly, it worked exactly as she explained. She found my rear but I told her it was indeed my pee hole. And when I relieved myself it went through the sheath to the egg and from there it trickled out of the tube. And after that she found the butt hole, again, and I got my first enema. She pumped warm water in me and it was strangely satisfying until everything came out. We did it a few times and I finally felt relieved and actually clean.

I could tell that Selena tried to hide the fact how turned on she was by my predicament. I told her how I enjoyed the experience and how glad I was she was there to help me. And finally she acknowledged how horny she was because of my situation. And after that we spent hours more in synchronized orgasms. For a moment I wondered how the enema worked with the egg in the way but I simply gave up, I guess at some point we'll find out. We fell asleep arm in arm and somehow I felt more happy then I've ever been.