A gorgeous woman whose make up class face could have have been a model stared back at you from the mirror. Her piercing emerald eyes would blink in tune with yours, almost able to count the eyelashes. It was hard to really tell that you were this beauty who was in front of you. A turn of the neck sent Auburn colored hair moving to make way. "Wow." It was all you could really say, your make up class lips feeling so full and wonderful. "You're amazing, Stacy!" She gently combed your hair, able to feel it as if it was your own. It must have been a very high quality wig. "I know, I know." Her hand guided you from your seat, able to see yourself full in costume.
You were dressed in a beautiful black dress that revealed a nice bit of cleavage (fake padding) and was easy to move around in. It screamed "center of attention" with how you could see yourself in it. The dress reached your ankles, which were class in matching stockings that rubbed against your legs so well. Inaide of the dress, you felt your underwear had been replaced with Lacy panties, your erection hidden inside. Boosting you a few inches were heels, almost natural for how much you used them for your cosplays. Accessory-wise, two long earrings dangled in your ears and a silver bracelet adorned your right wrist.
"Oh wait, I forgot the best part." Stacy came forward and helped attach a choker around your neck. Nothing fancy, the lacy material rubbing against your throat while your gloved fingers rann across it. "What's this..." Your throat sudden itched, causing you to cough several times as your voice adjusted and became higher pitched until it sounded more feminine.
"Just something I decided to bring. It'll help you sound more like the woman you're supposed to be." Stacy explained while sitting down and texting her boyfriend. After the itching sensation stopped, you gave her a confused look and began to speak. "Does it really?" Yes. In fact, you could pass as a woman totally now. Your voice was fully female, sultry and had a hint of power behind it. One a rich woman would possess. "Told ya. But that's not all it can do." Stacy smiled before clapping once.
You stood at attention, blinking several seconds. Memories and personalities shifted around like the quickest movie you had ever seen. Total internal chaos before you could move again. Taking a much more refine posture, you would look at the drab commoner who was sitting before you. Thoughts became of more important things: your family's money and status, talking with the girls, maybe a little drink after all that work. "I'd hardly call this a "play". I've seen dog kennels with more class than this school." Stacy looked up at you and grinned. "Now you even think like her. See? Perfect replacement." You found a newfond annoyance of her, just that smug tone that made her think she was better than she actually was.
"Yes, yes. I'll be your replacement while you and your jock boyfriend procreate in the gym bathrooms. How very romantic." The comment got her attention, offering a very uninterested expression at Stacy who would furrow her brows. She quickly would grab your cock from underneath your dress, taking you by surprise. It stood at attention as you loudly cursed. "Unhand me, you vile woman! I...I..." Your mind was slowing down as she began to stroke and jerk you off. "That's enough. You need to save all that sugar and spice for Damian."
That name rung in your head amidst the woes of pleasure. He was a handsome man, born a middle class worker in one of your father's factories. The two of you had met when he had saved you from a mugging and eventually soured your ocy cold heart. Yes, you treated him like another filthy rat commoner but it was hard to admit you loved him. Eventually Stacy let go, though your own hands would continue, unable to stop. "D-Damion." you moaned, recalling the first time you saw his bare chest. Stacy would walk away with a wink, giving you privacy as you continued. Those muscles, his face. Your knees buckled before then shooting your load onto the floor in a glorious orgasm. After a minute of recovery, you stood up and brushes yourself off.
"How... lowly of me." You said to yourself, tucking away your cock in it's proper place just before hearing that voice again. "Hey Stacy. Ready for the play?" There he was! Jonathon! A small part of you would feel love for him, the outer part gazing at the Damion outfit and smirking. "I always am, darling." Stepping in front of your little spill so he wouldn't see.