Climb over the wall.

Sadly you bent the leg on the stool when you broke off the doorknob, but by propping it against the wall you can still reach the top of the wall where the small opening is. It proves to be far easier to pull yourself up than you expected. “Whoa I am pretty strong.” You say with a smile. Once on top of the wall you can see the back room is a storage space. There are a lot of boxes, mostly shoes by the size of them. You can also see a back door with a window in it. The crawl and shimmy over and into the storage area proves to be an easy but filthy task, and by the time you drop down most of you is covered in dust, dirt, and cobwebs. “Pla, bla, pffft, ick.” You spit and pull the webs out of your mouth. Cracking open the first flat ish box you find yields you a tiny black dress, which you immediately use as a towel and rub off as much dirt as you can, as your entire body itches madly.

Still rather dusty, but at least not itching, you turn your attention finally to putting on some clothes. Picking a box at random yields you a neon orange small triangle g-string bikini. Pulling it on you can't help but giggle a bit as you pull the string back up the crack of your ass. The sides tie so you can get it nice and snug quite easily. Similarly the top ties behind your neck, in back, and the triangle tops even slide left and right so you can adjust them just right to cover your sexy little titties. Pushing the little triangles to the sides, also gives you easy access should you want to play with them as well. “I see why strippers like this place.” Under a sheet of thin paper in the same box is a matching neon orange fishnet tube dress and thigh highs. “Wow that covers like nothing.” That said you ball up the tiny garment in case you can't find anything else. Looking further you find a box that says skirt on it and pop it open, inside you find the smallest little pink outlined white double tier tutu skirt set with matching thong and bikini top. “Ooh that is so sexy.” You decide to take it as well. “If I keep opening boxes I am going to have a crate full of slutty clothes.” Moving over to the other side you pull open a dress to give it a look. Inside is a black wet look long sleeve mini dress with a zipper in the front that goes all the way from bottom to tight choker like neck. “I have to try that on.” The first one you pull on is a bit big, but the second is size small and fits perfectly. “It is so tight.” You say running your hands all over your body. After 7 or 8 boxes of clear platform shoes you figure, might as well, and find a pair that fits. A size 6 seems perfect and soon you feel a bit taller standing on a sexy pair of clear platform 6” heels with about a 2” platform and a shiny black strap across your toes and around your ankle.

Dressed you turn your attention to the back door, it has a push bar so you can get out easy enough. Looking back one last time you can't help but think you should have something on your legs and head back over to the boxes. A bright neon green bikini, a pink g-string, and a metallic red bikini with matching micro mini skirt get tucked away in your little metal box before you finally find an ever so skin tight pair of black wet look leggings. With the dress you end up clad from ankle to wrist to neck in leather looking skin tight cloth, and standing on a pair of clear heel shoes you can't help but feel like a character in a comic book, but it is all very sexy. “Oh I so want to fuck me.” You say running your hands over yourself and looking in a mirror. Box in hand you push open the back door and step out into the night. Looking left and right you quickly realize you have no idea where you are going to go or what you are going to do. You have no idea who you were and as of at most an hour ago this new body of yours didn't even exist. “I am so fucked, what am I going to do with only $900 and a loaded gun?” Walking around front you don't see any cars or other vehicles around so however you got here isn't an option any more either.