Better go.

Tossing on Mark’s shirt, which is long enough to mostly cover your ass, you head out into the store a tad amazed at how easy it is to walk in such high heels. You scan to find the woman who seems to be in charge. “The guy that left stole my clothes. Can I pick something out real quick?”

“You know it’s just club wear and lingerie, right?”

“Better than this, right?”

She walks over, she’s actually very pretty, middle aged, but pretty. “Ewe, I’ve got a room over here. Go take a quick shower. I’ll bring you a dress. You have money, right?”

“I can pay with my phone.” You wag it at her. She guides you to a room with a shower and you strip. The shower feels amazing. You resist the urge to fondle yourself and make it quick. You hear her setting things on the counter next to the sink while you are in the shower, but she doesn’t say anything.

Finished and dry, you look at what she brought you. Gold glitter filled lip gloss, rainbow glitter eyeshadow, black eyeliner, lotion with more glitter, a soft pink g-string, a backless gold metallic dress with a plunging neckline, and black open toe sandals with 6” platform heels. Next to all that is a note and an electric razor. “Girl, you are stunning, but take my advice, shave those legs, and your sack. Trust me.”

“Right. But I’m not a…” You stare at yourself in the mirror. “Fuck me. When did I get so hot?” You hop back in the tub and take her advice. You weren’t even all that hairy, but you do your pits as well. You use the lotion head to toe then dive into the makeup. Finished rather quickly, “And when did I get good at that?” You give a little kiss at your reflection. “Gah, I’m so sexy. Fuck. My ass is doomed. I’m going to get fucked all the time. Your cock twitches with excitement. “Awe, you’re even cute now. Great. I’m a fucking girl. This is so weird.”

The clothes all fit, of course, part of you wished they didn’t. Looking in the mirror you have a nagging sense that something is wrong. You quickly find the tag for the dress. Size S. But the clothes you wore earlier were a M, weren’t they? “I’ve never worn a size small, have I?” Your jaw drops. You see the extensions must have come off in the shower, or something, and your hair is a sexy blonde bob. “What the fuck? That doesn’t make any sense, that doesn’t just happen? Does it? Am I going crazy?”

The woman’s voice calls in after a little knock, “It’s really late. Not to be rude, but, can we go?”