Paul stared wide eyed at his sister, could it be...
"Sherry, are... are you OK... "
Sherry turned slowly towards him and smiled blankly
"Yes Paul, I am now perfect, would you like to see"
Sherry unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles revealing her shapely legs clad in shiny tan pantyhose. The sheer fabric looked as if it were poured on to her body. Her lower half was pure nylon perfection.
Paul's mouth dropped open, his sister had become an obedient nylon slave. Opening the box he looked in to the orb. There was his sister's ghostly figure crying out for help, her body now under the control of the enslaving mesh. He looked back up at her hose clad form smiling at him.
"How may I serve you master..."
