A Skimpy Red Cocktail Dress

If your dick had ever flagged at any point during this ordeal, you're sure it would have instantly locked to attention as you watched Jasmine select a hot little cocktail dress from the rack.

You moan audibly at the thought of being garbed in such a stylish dress...Wait what? No! You attempt to fight down the growing swell of excitement within you, but you're fighting a losing battle as Jasmine stands behind you with your soon to be outfit in hand. "This is perfect for you no?" She says, grinning. "You don't need to answer, not that you could, you're practically shaking with excitement!"

And she's right, you can't help yourself as precum leaks from your 3.5 inch dick. You sweat with anticipation, excitement, and fear as Jasmine pulls the dress over you. You make a weak effort to resist, but even your mind is beginning to crumble as you anticipate the body wracking orgasm this new addition will put you through. Your body practically leaps into the dress, and puts up none of the fight you halfheartedly ordered it to. As you finish putting on the dress, and it is really you putting it on at this point, you feel the now familiar sensation of your body changing to conform to it. Your arms become slender and feminine, your skin smoothing and softening to complete your look. Your torso finishes its own awkward staggered transformation as your belly becomes taut, flat, and smooth to match your chest and waist. You can feel your bone structure shifting and contracting, your bones becoming slender and womanly in a painful internal metamorphosis. Despite the pain you can't help but feel it's worth it, as your body convulses in a multitude of orgasms that last several minutes. Your new body shakes in continual ecstasy as your taboo transformation is nearly completed. You barely notice your dick has shrunk another two inches, fully hidden beneath your panties and dress.

Jasmine smiles at you as you finish. "My part is almost done beautiful, there's just one last addition." You smile in excitement, so caught up in the wake of your orgasm you fail to remember you were supposed to be fighting this, or to realize that you can now move!

Your fitter grabs a pair of sexy black high heels and places them in front of you. You suffer a moment's confusion before realizing this is a test, have you been broken enough to continue the transformation of your own accord? Or do you possess some vestige of willpower? You struggle internally, your body and mind crave the inevitable orgasm the shoes would provide, but your own small manhood cries out for you to flee. Ironically, your shrunken dick also begs for release, the 1.5 inch tool pleads for its own destruction in exchange for another brain melting orgasm. Your willpower wanes.