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Kioko could barely recognize the person in front of her, which was shocking considering that that person was her. She was like a different person, her long black hair shined and glistened in an elegant bun on top of her head. The two hair picks keeping it in place had this beautiful design etched into them, being the most beautiful pair she had ever seen. Black lines contoured her eyes to a point, Mrs. Taki having to explain the concept of makeup to her. Kioko never realized that such a product even existed, realizing that many of the people she had seen had been wearing it when they visited the house. She had always thought it was their natural look, so it was quite a revelation to her.

Looking in the mirror, Kioko saw that she was…beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. Her skin looked so smooth and her cheeks had a hit of red glow to them that added a subdued cuteness to her look. Her hair had never looked so immaculate, her ears framing the bun beautifully on top of her head. Everything about her was just, perfect.

“You look beautiful, I couldn’t have done a better job if I tried. Now remember, don’t touch your face or you’ll smear all the work I put into you.” Mrs. Taki warned her again for the umpteen time. Kioko nodded her head, the thought of ruining her look sending shivers down her spine. She had to be overly conscious of her hands, stopping herself from itching and scratching multiple times during and after the process. “Now, it’s time for you to get dressed.” Mrs. Taki said happily, strolling over to a dresser on the other wall of the room.

Kioko looked at the dress, realizing that putting on such a garment without ruining her makeup would be extremely difficult. Was she supposed to put the dress on first? But then, why didn’t Mrs. Taki tell her to do so? She would have presumably done this many times before, did she forget? Was this a test? Did she fail!? With her anxiety at an all-time high, Mrs. Taki turned with a blank expression, completely ignoring Kioko’s anxious expression. In her hand was a small wooden stick, the sides engraved with some kind of intricate design.

After a moment a small blue mote of light appeared about half an inch from the tip, floating in mid-air. Regardless of not being directly attached, the blue light followed the tip as she waved it about, leaving a blue trail that quickly faded. Kioko was so mystified by the display, she failed to see the dress and a matching pair of panties lifting itself off the clothes rack, floating slowly towards her. When the movement caught her vision, she found the towel wrapped around herself undo itself, floating away from her as the dress floated into her. Astonishingly, it passed through her skin as if it wasn't there, positioning itself accordingly before manifesting on her being. Kioko felt a sudden pressure push into her all across her body as the dress became of substance, involuntarily letting out a small yelp at the tightness.

She looked down at herself, finding that the dress she had picked out was a little too small for her in a couple of key areas. The fabric wrapped tightly around her waist and stomach, though the worst of it was located around her chest. The bodice of the dress was quite a bit smaller than it looked on the rack, squeezing her ample chest into overflowing over the top. Before Kioko could really start panicking, however, she felt pressure across the tight areas slowly lessen as Mrs. Taki continued to wave the stick. Her waist returned to its normal width and her breasts slowly went from overflowing to filling out the built-in bra of the dress until it fit snuggly around her. The transformation only took a couple of seconds but felt like ages to the anxious and surprised neko, the dress now fitting snuggly over her.

She peered at the mirror in astonishment. It was everything she could have ever wanted, and more. It was cute, elegant, and contrasted amazingly with her dark hair and ears. The frills around her chest gave off an inviting vibe without going into vulgar or crass territories. They were shaped beautifully, propped up the slightest amount to add that little bit of roundness that would appeal to any man, or woman for that matter. The dress had lengthened slightly to just above knee height, having similar frills running across the bottom hem of the flowing skirt. All this combined with the makeup and hair made her look like a princess, a far cry from what she looked like even that morning.

“Alright annnnnnnnd done. I have to pat myself on the back for this one, the transformation is just wonderful.” Kioko couldn’t find a single cell in her body that disagreed with the remark, a smile plastered on her face that threatened to split her head in two. “Now, with all that settled, we should get you to the staging area.” Kioko spun around and looked at Mrs. Taki, a face of confusion taking over. Has it really been that long? The auction wasn’t until early afternoon, didn’t the whole process start at dawn? In her confusion Kioko offered no resistance as Mrs. Taki ushered her out of the seat, leading her out of the room and down the hall. She was brought to another room she had never seen before, Mrs. Taki unlocking it like she had the others.