Jon click-clacked out of his bedroom, his eyes trailing behind at his reflection on the mirror. As he turned the corner, he felt himself bumping against a small, yet padded figure. Quickly, he looked down. He shook slightly, a hand coming to his lips. Had he not had an awareness of how this world... worked... he would've just laughed.
Mickey, his little brother - or who he hoped was his little brother - was simply put, a little doll. The boy reached up to Jon's belly-button, and he was encased all in blue, shiny latex. His feet were in some tiny boots, with bowties on them; his hands in balls; as well as his head. There wasn't anything telling Jon that this was Mickey, but the fact that he seemed to jsut.. know. Odd, he shouldn't be that affected about this world...
"Hey, Mickey," Jon said. "Careful where you go." He added, relishing in the way his latex hood felt as his facial muscles pulled.
The little blue doll nodded and bowed. He then turned, and continued on his way. Jon stared for a moment, feeling... happy and content and just a bit aroused. His eyes went wide. "Oh," He said, to no one. "That is just... no. Got to fix that but... Should I do it now or after seeing the rest of my family." The thought of seeing them in latex, similar or even crazier than his own, made his loins tingle. "Ooookay, that's the answer, then!"
