slowly, hesitantly, you start to slowly walk towards the mannequin with the blonde wig. you reach out to tough it: without the Pantyhose and bodice, it seems....incomplete.
'put them on" a voice says in your head "join us...."
suddenly, with a deftness that surprises you, your hands undo the cuffs, collar, bowtie and bunny ears. you pluck the wig from the Mannequin's head and pick up the shoes.
from there, everything is a whirlwind.
your mind seems to step back, simply along for the ride as the collar ans cuffs seem to position themselves of their own accord on your wrists and round your neck. the bowtie seems to tie itself, and the wig perfectly positions itself atop your head.
throughout this, you can feel other attributes about yourself changing: your own hair seems to merge with the wig, and pleasurable tingles seem to wash up and down your body, centered on your chest and your face.
you feel your chest suddenly press against the soft satin of the bodice, sending electric thrills up your spine and down to your crotch. that too, seems to be changing. the almost painful erection is still there but...it seems to be...shrinking.
while all this is occurring to you, you suddenly realize you're in front of the Mirror.
staring back at you is a blonde bombshell right out of Hugh Heffner's Magazine. somehow, somewhere, makeup has applied itself to your now feminine face: your eyebrows are expertly thinned, you eyelashes long and delicate, your male brow ridge gone and your lips plumper and glazed with a deep red lipstick. mascara and eye shadow highlight your baby blues, and your cheeks sparkle with a hint of glitter. your arms and hands, now thin and effeminate, your delicate fingers tipped with the same nail polish that appeared on your toes, are framing a pair of impressively large C-cup breasts, well-contained in the bra portion of the bodice.
your hips, arching down over your enlarged buttocks and your now-wider hips, descend onto your already long and dazzling legs, hidden in their Pantyhose encasement. your still-firm penis, now barely a nub and almost unnoticeable between your legs, is almost an afterthought, a blemish on an otherwise perfect picture.
all that remains are the shoes. the sit before your feet, beckoning, calling. something tells you to put them on....