....a ballerina costume.
You tentatively reached up and gently pulled down the hangar with the dress. As you pulled the dress in closer, you heard the sound of plastics being crushed. Curious, you look into the dress and find a bag pinned inside that contains various other garments to help complete the look.
You gracefully pranced back to the changing room areas, practicing and making up dance moves befitting of a ballerina. You return to your changing stall and hang up the dress on a rack inside. Strangely, your old male clothes don’t appear to be inside this stall; you must’ve chosen another one by accident. You shrug to yourself: who cares? It’s not like I need them right now.
You turn your head to look at the full body-length mirror that dominates a wall of the changing stall. While the fairy costume you don now does look nice on your petite, cute body, you think that the ballerina costume will suit your desires even more so. After all, you were the one to pick it out.
Unpinning the bag from inside the dress, you remove the other articles of clothing inside. You pull out a pair of long white tights, a set of pink ballet shoes with long ribbons, lacy white panties that match the tights, pink flower accessories to go into your hair, and finally, a golden blonde wig.
To prepare for your rebirth as a ballerina, you hastily toss aside your wings and antennae, with your dress soon following. After pulling off your old panties and peeling of your tights, you’re met with the reflection of a naked, young girls body. You blush slightly at the sight of it, before realizing that the body is in fact your own and there should be nothing to blush about. Your finger traces your slightly wide hips and circles around your puffy chest, visible reminders of a girl blooming into womanhood. Unable to wait a moment longer, you begin with the transformation.
You begin with the tights again, rolling them up before placing them at the bottom of your smooth, thin legs. The tights meet little resistance as they soar to the top of your legs, mere inches from brushing your tender area. Next to come are your ballet shoes, the hallmark to any ballerina’s attire. After placing your tight-clad feet into the bottom of the shoes, you begin winding the ribbons around your feet to secure your shoes. After your initial knot, you wind the pink ribbons around your leg until they reach about mid calf, where you carefully knot them in place. You take a few hesitant steps around in your shoes, appreciating the lightness and slight bounce you feel in your step. The last part for your lower body are your white panties, which quickly slide up your legs to present a smooth crotch area. Somehow, these panties feel even softer than the last ones.
You next pick up the dress and begin admiring the feel of the material. The dress’s main part is pink, with a white trim on the border. Underneath this pink top are layers of white skirts to provide volume for your dress as well as to ensure it doesn’t lie flat. Sewn into the main body part of the dress is a corset, with the outer part being the same shade of pink as the rest of the dress. The dress doesn’t come all the way to your neck, it stops about just past your developing breasts. The fringe around this area is frilly and white with a beautiful pink rose being placed in the center. The dress doesn’t have proper slaves, but rather has two pink sleeves that rest on your upper arm that give the illusion of having sleeves while still allowing freedom of movement.
After gazing longingly at the dress, you pull it over your head and slip inside. The many skirts settle nicely on your hips and the top of the dress rests comfortably above your developing breasts. You lightly cinch up the corset as your waist is already small, more so doing it to prevent the dress from hanging loose. Satisfied with the way the dress now clings to your stomach, you slip on the tiny sleeves. You resist the temptation to look in the mirror, you feel it will have a more powerful effect when your look is complete. Your run your smooth hands across your bare shoulders, delighting in how open and nimble you feel despite the clothing.
Picking up the wig, you turn it facing up and examine it. The golden wig have a set of straight bangs that will hang above your eyebrows and silky tresses that hang down to your shoulder where they billow our slightly, giving the illusion of more volume. Flipping the wig over again, you nestle your head in the cap and stand up straight again, combing the hair with your fingers until you feel it is just right. Picking up the pink flower accessories, you pin one above each of your ears.
You turn around and let out a shrill gasp in shock. The woodland fairy is now gone replaced by a stunning, young ballerina wearing an outfit that embody a everything of grace, elegance, and of course, cuteness. You run your fingers through your golden hair and gleefully run your hands across your dress feeling the magnificence of it all.
But the feeling you feel most of all is...