Gail woke up slowly, in bed…

Man, what a hangover! It was so bad, it was screwing up her vision. Everything looked tinged pink. Struggling to see, she looked around further. Hang on, this wasn’t her bedroom…? In shock, she sprang out of bed. Her feet slipped out from under her, and she went flying, landing on the floor with a crunch. No, more like a sort of squelch…

She saw a dressing table and looked into the mirror. A nightmare stared back at her…

It was still her, you could see that. Problem was, she was naked and coated from head to foot in transparent pink latex, fastened by what looked like a bow on top of her head. She had fallen over because the latex completely covered her feet and hands, so she had no grip at all as it was highly polished. There was also what looked like some kind of metal fittings on her nipples, as well as in her vagina.

The latex was also holding her mouth securely shut. Gail was deaf and dumb, and only able to see with difficulty.

There was a click in her ears.

“Good, you’re awake. Perhaps you can stop lying about on the job and we can get on with your training…!”

Gail tried to complain but could only moan quietly. To show her frustration, she turned round and ‘flipped the bird’ with both hands…

To her shock, her mother was standing there. It was her that had done this? Why!?

Her mother picked her up, bent her over her leg, and spanked her. Hard.

“You selfish bitch!”, she cried. “If you’d had more self-control when it came to spending your inheritance, you wouldn’t be in this place. You’re just a spoilt, inconsiderate brat!”

Gail was crying freely, wailing as best as she could.

“I had this suit specially made for you. I wasn’t going to use it, but you blowing that money on the party last weekend was the final straw…!”

“Your new suit keeps you confined to the flat”, she continued. “As you have been able to tell, you are deaf and dumb, and can only see through the latex, hence the pink tint to everything. People can talk to you or insult you via Bluetooth to the headphones that are built in; if they are switched off, you are completely deaf. If you attempt to leave the flat, your collar will give you a sharp shock; ignore that and get into the corridor and the collar will render you unconscious. I will get you to damn well behave like a proper woman if it kills you.”

Gail fell to her knees, silently begging her mother to release her from the suit.

“If you’re asking me to release you, I can’t. There’s a six-month timer on the suit. We’ll review things after that…”

Gail was aghast.

Six months stuck in this flat! She’d go nuts!

She heard another click. Her mother had switched off the headphones. Gail was locked into her pink tinted, silent world…

She looked up. Another woman, wearing some kind of uniform dress, had entered the flat. Her headphones clicked on again.

“Hello, Gail, I’m Agatha. I’m going to be your carer during your stay. Your mother won’t be staying with you, and you’re not allowed visitors; it’s just you and me from now on. By the way, this is my flat you’re staying in.”

Agatha took Gail and helped her put on a pair of slippers.

“Now you won’t go sliding all over the place”, she said. “I don’t want my furniture knocked flying…!”

She then steered Gail into the toilet and pointed to a new fitting on the wall.

“That’s for you”, she said. “Just sit on it at night. It will charge you, clean you out and feed you.”

Whimpering, Gail started backing away. She also put her hands behind her, and felt the metal fitting securely in her anus…

Whimpering louder, so that Agatha could actually hear her through the latex, she started yanking at the plug…

Quickly, Agatha shook a small can that she held and sprayed it into the fitting in Gail’s anus. Gail immediately started feeling tired and crumpled. The spray was a sedative, specially developed for Gail and other suit wearers.

The now semi-conscious Gail was then placed on the fitting by Agatha. Everything for Gail faded to black…

Next morning, Gail awoke still sitting in the toilet.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”, came Agatha’s voice. “Time to start making something of yourself. Here, try these special glasses.”

Gail put them on. To her surprise, all the colours went back to normal. She almost smiled…

“Right. Now you can see properly, here’s some study work for you. You’re expected to go to University in September, so you’ve got a lot of preparations to do. Your studies are all set up to be carried out online, but the portal will not allow you to access any other part of the internet. Also, all your research has to be done via the provided books. Here, let me help you put on your special gloves so you can work.”

Agatha soon got Gail ready and left her to start studying.

Gail spent the first thirty minutes or so trying to bypass the lockouts on the portal; she wanted to chat with her boyfriend and get him to rescue her. Everything she tried, though, was comprehensively blocked.

“I wouldn’t bother contacting Tim”, Agatha said. “He thinks you’ve dumped him. He got a ‘Dear John’ text from you saying you wanted to concentrate on your studies. He’s already found someone else.”

Gail shook her head, vigorously. Tim wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t!

“Silly question; you do realise that you’ve been unconscious for over a month, don’t you? It took that long to convert you and seal you in that suit…!”

Gail screamed silently. She jumped up from the table she was working at, sending everything flying, then dived back into the bedroom, burying herself in the bed, sobbing. She then got up and determinedly headed for the door…

Agatha tried to stop her. Gail belted her, then carried on going. The collar in the suit shocked her. She kept going and got into the corridor.

A massive shock to her neck, breasts and vagina rendered her unconscious, and she collapsed in a heap in the corridor…

Agatha, stunned, managed to carry Gail back to her bed.

“You silly bitch”, she said. “If only you could steer this belligerence into something constructive…”

Gail awoke later that afternoon, and immediately tried again, with the same results.

When she tried a third time, Agatha realised that this was Gail’s version of hitting her head against a brick wall…

When she went to try a fourth time, Agatha had had enough.

“Damn it, Gail! Stop doing this! You’re going to get yourself killed. Is that what you want?”

To her horror, Gail smiled, then nodded. She then pushed Agatha out of the way and tried again…

After the sixth time, Gail ended up badly shaken. She still went to pull herself upright to try again…

“Gail! Please! Don’t do this!”

Agatha had already been on the phone to Gail’s mother. She came running in.

“Can’t you do your job right, you stupid bitch?”, she said, backhanding Agatha. Agatha went flying and landed in a heap in Gail’s bedroom. Gail just looked on, still dazed, in shock. She realised what a horrible piece of work her mother really was…!

“If you can’t keep her under control, I’ll have to get rid of you and find someone else!”, her mother said, going to strike Agatha again…

Gail got in the way, determined to stop her. She stood there, a silent protest, glaring at her mother.

Her mother tried to step past her. She moved to block her again.

To Gail’s amazement, her mother backed down.

“Good. There’s hope for you yet.”, she said. “Will you follow Agatha’s instructions, now?”

Gail found herself nodding…

Later that evening, Agatha showed Gail how grateful she was for her help. She accessed Gail’s control App and operated the vibrator built into her vagina…

When Agatha went to bed, Gail, instead of being on her fitting in the toilet, went to bed with her. She had to spend the next day catching up on her charging and feeding…

There was no more escape attempts from Gail. She really pushed her studies and was quite happy to have just Agatha for company. In more ways than one…