Michael did go to the ladies and did remember to sit down. She did need to pee but also just needed a moment to herself. Around other people and that included Karissa she was submissive and meek. She found herself unable to vocalise thoughts even if there was just an inkling that someone might be upset about what she might say. It was very frustrating. Karissa seemed quite happy that Michael had been changed into a girl and Michael found herself unable to say that she disliked what had happened to her.
And why the hell had she wanted to wear this stupid dress? It didn’t make sense. She had picked the dress out herself, begging Karissa to allow her to wear it. Karissa had only reluctantly agreed. It was probably the most feminine garment in Karissa’s wardrobe. Now in it she felt horribly self-conscious. It just didn’t make sense. It wasn’t comfortable either. It had seemed alright initially but now it felt tight across her bust. Or was the problem that her bra was too small? That didn’t make sense. The bra had felt comfortable enough earlier. It must be the dress.
Michael did a double take when she washed her hands. Was that her reflection? She looked different. She looked like Karissa but not identical. There was something different about her. Her face seemed narrower somehow. Her nose was too small. What was going on? Was she changing again?
And the dress wasn’t right. It was tight against her breasts and loose around her waist. Yet she could clearly remember it had fit her perfectly earlier. Had she zipped it up wrongly in the toilet? She could not even recall unzipping the dress.
She returned to the table where Karissa was still sitting. Karissa was looking at her with a strange look on her face.
‘What did you do with your make-up? You look different’ Karissa said as Michael resumed her seat
‘I didn’t do anything. But I saw my reflection. I agree I look different’
‘It actually looks really good. Your face looks narrower and your nose looks petite. I like it. You will have to show me how you did it’
‘But I didn’t do anything! I think I’m changing again. The dress is not fitting me as well as it did before’
‘Did you fiddle with the bra straps?’
‘No! I haven’t touched the bra but it feels tight’
‘Are you looking up an excuse not to go to the opera?’
‘No. Believe it or not I actually want to go. I don’t know why but I actually am looking forward to the performance’ Michael found it hard to believe that she was telling the truth.
Just then their meals arrived. Both girls began to eat. Karissa couldn’t help but look at Michelle. She certainly looked different. Better somehow. She was envious
After dinner they did the short walk to the theatre. Once more Michael realised how ill-fitting the dress now appeared to be. She did not enjoy wearing ill-fitting clothes. At least the shoes seemed comfortable.
Karissa allowed Michelle to get a few paces in front of her on the short walk to the theatre. Clearly the girl was not comfortable. She was fidgeting with her bra, which did seem too tight. That was weird. The bra had fit perfectly earlier and Karissa knew it was a comfortable bra. Then Karissa noticed Michelle’s thin waist. She had never had a waist like that – never ever. It was as if Michelle was wearing a corset. There was no doubt - Michelle was changing again.