Brunette in Red and White

The form rocked back and forth until a small feminine hand burst out. The ribbons began to melt and form around the feminine form as it began to sit up.

"What happened?" asked a cheerful sounding voice.

"You hit your head, my dear," said Petra grabbing the hand. "It's alright now. What do you remember?"

"I remember a woman giving me a brooch," said the voice through the silk. The red ribbon began melting down the face, uncovering red voluptuous lips. "Who is speaking?"

"You are," responded Petra. She waved to her employee to fetch her something. The red ribbons began to unfurl themselves from the form's shoulders revealing a small amount of cleavage.

"I can't be though..."

"You sound beautiful," consoled Petra.

John's brain began to think. His clothes didn't feel right. His shoulders were cold, his body was tingling, there was a weight on his chest, and he could sense a void between his legs. "I need to stand."

With that Petra helped 'him' up. The rest of the ribbons melted around her revealing a skirt of red silk and lace. John's hands rubbed his chest revealing the breasts he had gained. "Oh no," she said. Her hands began to examine the rest of her body, her curves, her soft skin, and her woman hood. Then they fell upon the brooch on her waist.

"You... You did this to me..." she stated softly.

Petra waved her hand, "Sweetheart, you are an elegant princess now. Don't you feel complete?"

"...I do- I don't... Its all so confusing"

"Perhaps you need some more jewelry?"

Petra extended a beautiful necklace. John didn't touch it. "I don't feel right."

The blonde employee came with a set of red opera gloves. "Try these on."

"Excellent idea, Elizabeth," Petra said as she maneuvered John closer to the gloves.

John put on the long gloves one by one. And when he was done a small spark went up her arm. "What is happening?" asked the young bride.

Petra walked her to a mirror, "Don't worry we are here to help you with your wedding. Don't you look beautiful, Miss..."

After a few seconds pause Elizabeth realized what was going on, "Nikki Harmon, madame."

"Nikki?" asked the woman uncertain. And with that a sense of meaning permeated her being. A coy smile forming on her lips as she let her gloved hands examine her body. The silky feeling of her hands across her face removed all trace of John and left only Nikki. "I'm gorgeous!"

"If you don't mind me asking, miss, what do you plan to do for your honey moon?" asked Petra, making sure her hypothesis was right.

"My husband and I will be going to Paris," she said happily, then deviously adding, "And then I'm going to make it a night he'll never forget."

"Good," said Petra, "You seem ready for your limo."

Edit: Fixed pic