A night on the town

Your body saunters back to the bedroom, each step sending the breasts in your blouse jiggling. This time, there are no floating clothes though, Jane seems to have other plans, as you open the closet and look within.

"Hmmm..." you say with a hand on your chin, **** to ponder against your will. "I wonder what I should wear... crossdressing is so much fun! I should do it more often!" you smile. Like hell you will though, you're a man! She's taking this too far. You struggle against the clothes to try to get her to stop but all she does is giggle. "What, you're not having fun? Cause I'm having lots! Cmon, John just one more outfit!"

"Of course! I've got it!" you say with a finger in the air. You're not sure what she's looking at though, because while she has complete control of your face, she doesn't have control over your eyes. It's revealed quite quickly what she's gonna make you wear, as you grab the same fancy dress that she wore to Jan's fancy dress party last year. Before closing the closet, you grab a pair of shoulder length black opera gloves, and a matching set of thigh high lace stockings.

Sparing no time, you start stripping. The only things that she leaves on are the pink lace panties, and the bra that houses invisible breasts. You rack your brain for any way to try to protest, but the only thing you have control over is your legs. ****, you try to run for the door. "Where am I going!? I'm not dressed yet, I can be such a ditz haha!" You laugh, as the business suit from earlier grabs you from behind. Lifting you up, the stockings find your feet as you're trying to kick them away. Your hands reach down and pull them on, stealing control of your legs back away from you.

Next came the dress. Jane had to struggle a bit to get it to fit. The dress itself is very pretty, on Jane it would've reached down to her knees, but on you it barely makes it to your mid-thigh. There's one side cut going up the right thigh, and the top of the dress has short shoulder sleeves and a collar. Somehow, she's able to make the dress adjust to your broader shoulders.

Suddenly, the dress squeezes your waist inward. Hard. All of the air in your lungs is pushed out suddenly, and you gasp. "Hehe, sorry about that, this dress needs a good waistline!" She's gonna kill you if she keeps going with this!

There's just one problem for Jane though, the boob window. Where there should be clevage, there's nothing but the air between your chest and the bra. Jane notices, and a bit of white cloth flies into the hole and molds to the shape of her breasts. Giving you a kind of cloth-clevage in the dress. "Not as good as the real thing..." you pout.

Pulling on the opera gloves, Jane sits you back down at the dresser and meticulously applies heavy makeup to your face. Shadowy eyeliner, dark red lipstick, blush, the whole works. Somehow, she avoids making you look like a drag queen, and wait... you watch as the makeup itself reforms on your face, giving you some of the facial features of your girlfriend! Suddenly, you still look like you, but a lot more convincingly feminine. "Wow... I didn't realize I could do that! Look John! you look kinda like me!"

"What do you think, John the crossdresser?" you giggle, as Jane releases control of your body. Making you slump forward for a moment before you realize you have control again and sit up.