Once in her closet the door shut behind her. She regained control of her body and sighed deeply. “I-I can move.” She said happiness in her voice at her luck.
She turned around and pushed on her closet door so she could leave. But it wouldn’t budge.
‘No, this can’t be happening. Pushing harder on the door trying to get out she began panicking. I can’t be stuck here. The curse can’t be real. She looked at her wardrobe. The selection to come of what she could live with as her new skin was scaring her.
Grabbing a pair of jeans to look at she was surprised as she lost control of her body again and began putting on the jeans without even looking at them. She looked down to find her body squeezing into some of her tightest skinny jeans she had. But her eyes went wide as she remembered these particular jeans don’t have a zipper but a button fly.
Slowly she begins buttoning the five buttons of the fly up. As she buttoned them a jolt of pleasure pulsed through them as she worked her way up.
Once her pants were buttoned she regained control of her body, she examined herself; It looked like she was just wearing skin tight jeans but she gently touched a button and felt a soft pleasure emanating from the button.
A muffled cry escaped her lips as she dreaded this new pleasure she felt. Half heartedly trying the door again she was met with the same result as the first time. The door didn’t budge at all. Carefully she turned around she needed a shirt and needed to pick wisely.