"Okay, doll girl, let's go right ahead and get you dressed." Humming merrily. Holly picked out what looked like a few scraps of cloth. She was able to easily manipulate Brittany into them, and then a pair of shoes. Next she guided her to the vanity, where she applied what seemed like an awful lot of makeup. Finally, Holly chose a long red wig, which she carefully placed on Brittany's head.
"OK then, stand up and let's see what you look like," Holly said, practically bouncing up and down with glee as she pulled Bryan to Brittany's feet and dragged her to a full length mirror.
If Bryan would have gasped in shock except for the paralyzing effect of the CV. She wore a gold lame vest with a matching micro-miniskirt over a very skimpy bikini top and what certainly felt like the most revealing thing in the world, and she was perched on a pair of slip-on shoes with 3-inch heels. Her make-up was overdone to the point of absurdity - heavy blush, a thick coating of bright red lipstick, caked-on sparkling blue eye shadow. The wig holly had chosen was a bright copper color, and its tip brushed the very top of her butt.
"Y'know what?" Holly asked. "I think it's you - or at least it will be in a second."
As Bryan watched, nothing drastic seemed to happen. Then Bryan realized something startling - her wig had now become her real hair! Other subtle changes were taking place - her bustline grew slightly, her ass grew rounder and fuller, her stance and expression shifted, and tattoos blossomed on her shoulder blades, ankle and the small of her back. But Bryan had no time to absorb these changes because her mind suddenly felt fuzzy, like it had sprouted fuzz.
Holly watched as Brittany shook her head and moaned softly. Then, with a blink, she opened her eyes, put her hand on her hips and smiled, cat-like. "Hey there, Holly," she said in a voice that was a throaty purr.
"This is *so* cool!" Holly said. "Okay, tell me who and what you are!"
"My name's Breeze, baby, and I strip for a living." The redhead sauntered over to Holly and leaned a lush hip against the vanity. "So," she asked slyly, "What do you want me do?"