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"I see. Well since you don't seem all to eager to rid them from your body just yet, I guess we should just go do what they asked of us. So you should go strip over there. I will just be a minute." Wendy went back to typing on the Chronivac, leaving Roxanne to go get ready. However she also had her own plans as well.
Roxanne removed the rest of her clothing and turned around, only to find an empty chair and a lack of Wendy anywhere. She spun around when suddenly her entire torso felt constricted as if wrapped in a tight covering. When she looked down, she found herself to be stuffed in a dress that was so skin tight it looked painted on. It even conformed to each of her breasts individually. But so also coukd see the clear as day outline of Cock pressed flat against her body, pointing straight up. She searched for the zipper only to find there wasn't one either.
Then in her head she finally heard a familiar voice. "Stop panicking you idiot, it is just me. I just turned myself into your super sexy outfit." Said Wendy's voice from inside of her head. "Now go put the rest of me on, or I will move you to do it myself" she chuckled. Wendy had turned herself temporarily into Roxanne's outfit.
"The rest of you? What do you mean?"
"Those heels over there. I specifically turned my tits into you footware. Now go step on me as you walk us all through the town." Roxanne felt her body forcably turn to the left and point her head down towards a towering 8" tall pair of platform heels that looked like they belonged more on a stripper's feet than just a normal girl's.
"What the fuck Wendy?! Did you have to make yourself stripper heels? I mean honestly... why? I am the one who is going to be seen after all." Complained Roxanne while her face turned deep red. Pussy however, had a different opinion. "Ohhh, Roxanne is getting horny! Pussy is leaking so much right now! Roxanne must secretly want to be seen like this. Pussy thinks that she may be turned on by being embarrassed or something!"
"Oh? Is that so... hehe, I didn't think my friend was such a masochist. Ooh your breathing rate and heart beat are going up too" pointed out Wendy.
"S-shut up. I am not a masochist! I just have... a bit of a fetish for exhibitionism, and with you hugging my skin so tightly, everyone will see my everything. You even are riding up my ass crack. Literally no part of you is loose besides the hem which is just bairly us long enough to hide my balls, but only while I am standing still!"
"I know, am I not the most sexy dress you have ever worn? I think I make you look amazing. Now step onto my titty heels and let's go do this!" Wendy was excited and extremely aroused. The majority of wendy had been turned into the neckline of the dress, and the entire rest of it was just made out of her pussy. So Roxanne was essentially wearing her pussy at the moment. Every movement would have sent shivers down Wendy's spine if she still had one. Wendy then whispered "or would you prefer me control your body and do it for you?"
That was enough of a reason for Roxanne to step into the stripper heels and secure them on her feet. She did noticed a notably tiny lump underneath the balls of both of her feet. It was so obviously familar, and knowing Wendy. There was no doubt that they were her nipples. In her head she coukd hear Wendy subtle moans of pleasure as Roxanne began to walk around.
"F-fine, w-where do I have to take you three?"