Shan, at her wits end, paced up and down in her office.

“No one can seem to get the new ‘kit’ working!”, she said, frustrated.

Lisa tried to calm her down, but nothing seemed to be working.

“The Isolation suit was needed to teach someone a lesson”, she said. “I can’t look weak in front of others! I just can’t!”

Stacey came rushing in, at that point.

“I think I’ve cracked it!”, she said, excitedly. “Only point is, I really wish we could test it first.”

“I think I might be able to help with that”, said Shan. She picked up the phone and dialled…

“Sandy, it’s Shan. Can you come in straight away? We need your help…”

“Shit, she’s calling her…?”, gasped Stacey. “I didn’t think things were that serious. I hope my work holds up…!”

A few minutes later, Sandy walked in. Lisa gave her a hug, and Stacey stood in the corner, respectfully, head bowed.

“Hi, kiddo”, Sandy said, punching Shan on the shoulder. “What’s got my little ‘sister’ so uptight, then?”

“We’ve got a slight problem with one of Stacey’s designs”, said Shan. “Only problem is, we need to test it in a ‘real world’ situation…”

“Ok. What is it supposed to do, and what’s it not doing?”

“It’s our own version of the ‘isolation suit’ that someone sealed me in a while ago. We thought we could use it for dealing with, shall we say, problems. Only thing is, Stacey can’t seem to get the level of isolation right. She can’t fine tune it without it actually being worn and thereby lies the problem…”

“How come?”

“Once worn, we lose all contact with the wearer, so they can’t ‘report back’ how good the sensation is. We need someone that can cope with repeated ‘immersions’ at various settings; someone who can come straight back to us afterward and report its effectiveness.”

“And you thought of me… how sweet”, said Sandy, sarcastically. She glared at Stacey, who shuddered.

“Ok… let’s get on with it”, she said. “No time like the present. Oh, and if this goes wrong, Stacey, I’m coming back to haunt you for ever, so no pressure.”

Stacey vanished into the workshop with a squeak…

Sandy scared the shit out of Stacey.

She was Shan’s real older brother, now sister, from when she and Shan had still been boys. She had recommended Shan to Lisa in the first place when she was starting Samoto, saying she had helped her with her designs. She had been relishing the idea of Shan being ‘converted’ to a girl, as she had been pathetic as a boy. She herself had gone through the process as well, just because she felt like it, saying ‘girls had more fun’.

She was also a very experienced dominatrix, with a strong reputation for making the tough choices as well as getting things done. At the same time, she was a caring mother to her adopted daughter, Megan…

She now stood, naked and legs wide, in the middle of the machine that was going to seal her in the suit, a smirk on her face. She was also a strong sadist when ‘working’ and she was really looking forward to this…

The side moulds of the machine clamped around her, and there was a hiss…

When the moulds reopened, a featureless black form was standing there, fully enclosed. As she turned, slowly, a faint outline of Sandy showed, like a ghost, the same way Shan had been enclosed before.

Stacey bounced up and down.

“It’s working!”, she squeaked. “I’ve been able to duplicate it…!”

However, the black clad figure walked over to her and slapped her. Hard.

“Not well enough, evidently…!”, said Shan, turning away. “Get her out of it, and let’s try again.”

The process went on for hours. Various settings were tried, with similar results. Stacey was starting to get very sore…!

Suddenly, one was different.

Sandy was obviously confused; she was holding her hands in front of her face. She was still avoiding objects, but she kept bumping into people, unable to see them.

“Interesting”, said Shan. “This could be useful. It’s completely blocking her from communicating with anyone, to the extent that she thinks the room is empty.”

Sandy, meanwhile, was starting to get scared. Why had they all left her alone, and what did she keep bumping into? She was really starting to lose trust in her senses.

She’d lost all track of time; how long had she been in the suit? Surely it was time to come out now…?

Nothing changed. Had something gone wrong? ‘Shan, let me out!’ she screamed silently…

What seemed like hours later, Sandy was released. To everyone’s amazement, she just collapsed in a heap, unconscious before she hit the floor…

She recovered lying in Shan’s bed, Debbie lying alongside her, keeping her warm. Shan kissed her, then helped her up.

Sandy looked at Shan, then back at Debbie.

“She’s cute!”, she said, stroking her. Debbie shivered with delight and snuggled against her.

“I must get one of mine, sometime”, she said. “Only thing, it would be fun explaining it to Megan…!”

“That last suit was amazing!”, she said. “My compliments to Stacey, she’s really excelled herself with that one. I was totally cut off…”

“We were quite worried about you”, said Shan. “Stacey’s petrified. She thought she had damaged you, or worse.”

“Where is the little wuss now?”, asked Sandy. “I must compliment her. Not too much, of course, just a ‘well done’…”

That was what she did. Stacey also got to enjoy Debbie’s company, as a ‘reward’…