Robotically, Jon walked back to his room. He knew he used to not have to dress like this, but at the same time he knew that if he didn't completely wear the rubber outfits selected for him, he would be in trouble.
So, as usual, he put on his latex hood, and dark goggles. For a moment, he simply breathed in the intoxicating smell of rubber.
To Karyn's, the rubber boy thought, making his way down the stairs with tiny, dainty steps his ballet heels allowed.
This is going to take a while, He thought, reaching out for the door once more.
Suddenly, Jon stopped, a new thought coming to mind.
Karyn would look nice in rubber too, And then he shook his head. That was odd. Why would Karyn wear rubber? She is a girl, after all.
Suddenly, the pain of two dimensions conflicted in his mind.
"Okay, okay, I am going," He said, click-clacking out of the house.
