...a princess costume.
Much like the costume you are currently wearing, this costume is also suspended on a hangar. As you carefully remove it from its perch, you hear the distinct rustle of plastic. Confused, you peer inside the dress to find a bag containing various other garments to further enhance the costume. You begin to feel warm inside as you imagine how you would look with this costume on.
Excitedly, you quickly prance back towards the changing rooms and hastily pull the curtain shut. You notice this changing room doesn't have your old clothes in it; you must've entered another stall. 'Oh well, its not like I'm going to be needing them anyway.' you think to yourself. You hurriedly toss your wings, antenna, and dress in a corner, and your tights soon join them after you peel them off. Gazing in the mirror, you are met with the image of a young girl with immaculate, pale skin. You find yourself blushing at your naked appearance, well, almost naked. You eye your pink panties and nervously pull them downwards. In a flash, they lay abandoned in the corner with the rest of your garments and you drink in the perfection of your body.
Earnest to begin your transformation from a fairy to a stunning princess, you unzip the bag inside the dress and examine the contents. Tumbling out of the bag are a pair of white tights, a pair of shiny, silver Mary Janes with a slight heel, white panties, white gloves, a necklace that appears to have a diamond set in it, a tiara with a matching gemstone, and, curiously, a wig of long of wavy, platinum blonde hair.
You decide to begin from the bottom up and roll up a white tight in a similar fashion to how you had done before. Somehow, the feeling of the tight ascending and firmly grasping your slim leg felt incredible, and in no time at all both were pulled up to the top of your legs. With the shoes placed in front of you, you carefully stepped into each one and firmly buckled your feet in. The slight height difference was noticeable as you walked in a small circle, but you quickly found yourself becoming accustomed to it. Next, you slid your new panties up your tight-clad legs and delightedly finding the same flatness look in your crotch area as you had before. Spreading the dress out, you ran your fragile fingers along the lace embroidery of the dress, the slightly poofed-up sleeves, and the rim of the collar. In a quick fashion, you thrust the dress above your head and gleefully giggle as it gracefully descends upon your body, arms maneuvering into the narrow sleeves. You think of giving a twirl but decide to save that for after you have finished your outfit. You roll up the openings of your gloves and after placing your dainty hands inside, you roll them out until they are an inch from your sleeves. Unclasping the necklace, you wrap it around your neck and carefully lower it upon your body, admiring the beauty of the gem.
Glancing in the mirror, with your hands clasped in front of you, you assume the role of the shy, demure princess, blossoming into her full beauty. You pointedly face away from the mirror, deciding to wait and savor the complete look. You flip the wig over and place your head inside before tossing your head back. You giggle as you feel your new hair gently settles upon your shoulders and cascade down to the small of your back. You inhale as you raise the tiara -the crux of your new costume- and delicately place it upon your new, golden hair.
Exhaling, you slowly turn around and feel your breath catch. If you were cute before, you were nothing short of beautiful now. The pristine and soft white complimented your hair perfectly to only add to the image of a princess, only desiring happiness and void of all concern. You grant yourself the chance for your twirl and marvel as your dress and hair billows out to return to stillness.
But most importantly of all, you feel...