at that precise moment, however, you happen to open your eyes all the way.
all thoughts of further self-pleasure vanish, and the arousal takes a backseat to sudden horror as you see what you've become in the mirror. you can't believe the....girl, in the mirror is you! you look like one of Hugh Heffner's playmates, right out of the magazine your costume was inspired by.
even as logic regains control of your brain, you feel the costume still working on you. you yelp in surprise as you feel your nipples start to tingle, and your member's sensations surge forth, almost calling out to you.
your brain is, for a moment, in danger of falling back into the fog, but you manage to force yourself to focus. backing away from the bed and the mannequins in your stocking feet, your now Playmate-proportioned hands reach up and grab the breast cups of the bodice. you desperately start to pull, but it feels like it is glued on.
at that moment, the Pantyhose, showing more signs of something magical going on, seem to realize what you are doing and lock up in mid-step, your left foot dangling off the ground, frozen stiff. it is like your legs have suddenly become those of a mannequin....like the realistic girls across the room!
realization hits you even as another rush of euphoria threatens to engulf your mind....and you start to teeter on your one leg as your still-struggling arms upset your balance.