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Why is it in french?

added 6 years ago BM S TG O

You wonder why you're taking a ballerina's costume back to the changing room. You also wonder why everything is in french on the packaging. You softly laugh to yourself a little, wondering how idiotic you must look.

You open the changing room door, and close it behind you, making sure to lock it. You open the costume's package, to see what it has. Inside, you find white ballet tights, pink pointe shoes, and a lacy pink strapless dress. The dress shimmers in the light, and looks very ornate, with bows and ribbons decorating the skirt. It even has a lacy design going up each side. Looking everything over, you wonder how you will squeeze into everything.

Deciding it's worth a shot, you strip yourself naked, tossing your clothes into a lazy pile, and grab the dress. You look it over, and see that you'll have to put on the tights first, since the dress is actually just a leotard with a skirt.

Nervously, you start pulling the tights on. To your surprise, the glide up your leg very easily. You pull the tights up the other leg, and see that your legs have become very toned and feminine, reminding you of what a dancer may have. Your legs end in delicate little feet, which you reason are about size 6 or 7 in women's. You also notice that you have a severe lack of a bulge in between your legs. You run a hand in between your tights-clad legs, and find that it's completely smooth.

You now realize that you aren't freaked out at all by having girl legs or a vagina. That thought doesn't freak you out either, that you aren't freaked out by your lower areas being changed.

You shrug it off, and finally move on to the dress. You put your legs through the holes, and pull the dress up your torso as far as it'll go. The dress fits very well, being snug enough, but not too tight. You see that your waist has slimmed down, and a pair of modest C-cups have sprouted on your chest. You see that you hips are slightly wider, and your arms and shoulders have slimmed down as well. Your hands have become smaller, and your fingers more slender and feminine.

You look in the mirror, and see the face of a woman. She has a narrow, but attractive face. She wears pink eyeshadow, and has on mascara and winged eyeliner. Her blush is blended perfectly, and her plump lips are colored an attractive fuchsia color by lip gloss. She wears her perfect brunette hair in a bun. You then realize that this attractive woman that you're staring at is you. This makes you smile.

Finally, you move on to the pointe shoes. You slip your feet in, and wrap the long ribbons all the way up to the middle of your thighs, before tying them up in delicate ribbons. You stand on the tips of your toes, finding that it doesn't actually hurt. You stand flat on your feet again, and leap into the air, twirl all the way around, and land on your toes.

Suddenly, you see your skin become plastic, and you feel your tights, dress, and shoes sew into your body at the seams. Your toes and fingers merge, and you stop breathing. You can't move your lips, and your eyes lock forward, meaning you now have to move your head to move your vision. Your hair becomes synthetic, and your makeup becomes painted on. You also shrink down to 5' 5".

Your mind then starts to change. You forget your life prior to finding this costume, and you start seeing yourself as 'Sabine'. You gain a french accent, and french becomes your main language. You also now know nearly every ballet dance, and song.

You blank out for a moment, and you look around. You gracefully stride out of the door on your toes, enjoying how it feels to walk on your toes. You look around, and find the cashier, and make your way over to her.

"Well, you certainly look lovely." She comments.

"Merci. I feel so very beautiful like this," You reply back in your french accent, "All that I want to do right now is dance."

"Yes, everyone who chooses that costume says so, too. You can have it for free if you'd like."

"Merci beaucoup. Now, I will go find somewhere that I can dance all that I want." You thank her before striding away on your toes to somewhere that you can dance at.


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