The flashes become so bright that they completely absorb the device. The light is nearly blinding yet you can vaguely make out the figure of the device changing into a necklace. Soon the light dies down to reveal a rather fancy silver necklace with some jewels to go along with it.
You can’t help but admire how beautifully made it is, however your admiration soon turns to shock as it jumps and attached itself around your neck. It then begins zapping you with some kind of energy, sending a electric sensation around your skin.
You hands and legs begin to soften and grow slender as your chest shifts, access fat moving to your upper chest area. The sensation intensifies as your body continues to grow softer, hairless and most of all feminine. You feel the electricity spread to your head, causing a few strains of now golden blonde hair to drop in front of your softening face. It soon begins styling itself into a sort her curly look. You feel something materialise in your hair, you believe it’s sometiinf like a flower or some other air decorations.
The energy then spreads to your clothes, which begin to dark a kind of dark shad elf blue before it starts merging together to form a tight fitting old fashion dress straight out of an old 1920s photo. Much of the dress becomes sparkly and gains a number of fancy attachments and straps.
Finally your shoes are zapped, turning into a beautiful pair of high heels.
You blink, looking at your new body confused.
“Well this is certainly something” you say, shocking yourself with your new distinctly female voice.
You don’t have much longer to think before a man in a suit and fedora pops out from a backdoor near to where you’ve been hiding.
“Who’s out here..” he says with a sneer, but then his face softens to a mere frown as he sees you “Oh, you’re a singer here for our... legitimate gathering I assume?” He asks as he looks at your dress.
Not knowing what to say and not wishing to upset this man by revealing you’re not suppose to be here, you simply nod you head and go “Uh hu, that’s right.”
“You for our invitation?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, causing you to panic. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. Looking around you suddenly notice a purse had also materialised on you. Hoping to stall for time you open it up and begins digging through it, to your surprise, although you try not to show it to keep up appearances, you find an envelope with what seems like an invitation.
You nervously hand it to the man, hoping at least it will distract him so you can leave.
Howfee to your surprise he seems to accept it, “Alright. Seems legit, follow dollface” He then ushers you in the back door before you can try to leave. At first it seems to be a rather simple dusty storage room, but he soon leads you through some hallways and eventually to a discreetly placed hidden door leading to a set of stairs.
Nervously, you falling him downwards and soon you reach a much more lively room. A large bar looking place, filled with men and women, many smoking and drinking, is what meets your eyes. You see a group of musicians playing what you think is Jazz in a stage on the other side of the room.
“Makeup rooms’ are over there if you need them. Jerry’s up there and will show you to a free one if you need it. Otherwise just feel free to mingle before your act’s up, but for god’s shake don’t get drunk or nothing. I’ll be by the exit if I’m needed, so don’t go causing no trouble or anything. Capiche?” His instructions come rapidly and you simply nod through them, hoping you were able to catch enough of it.
That seems to be good enough for him as he leaves to his post, leaving you to your own device.
You then look around the speakeasy once more, wondering what will you do now.