Go and search for loot as well.

“Well if you’re going to look for things to steal, I’ll do the same…” you say, conflicted by your new emotions. You’re half relieved and embarrassed to have escaped a sexual encounter with your gang mate and half disappointed and frustrated that he didn’t fuck you. Actually you’re more than half miffed. Your pussy is wet and achingly empty. What a bastard!

The negligee, like this bedroom and mansion, belongs to this body and is obviously a custom fit. You’re a absolute knockout in it.

Then you spy some heels, thigh high nylons, a garter belt, panties and brassiere. Your gaze lingers on the feminine accoutrements. A perverse part of you wants to see how sexy you look in them. The thrill of arousal at the thought is undeniably tempting.

Screw it. If you’re going to be a woman you’re going to indulge in the complete experience. Immerse yourself in the role. You strip off your frilly baby doll and dress in the bra and panties, rolling on and hitching the pantyhose to the garter belt. The heels are the icing on the cake. You feel more comfortable in them and realise that this body must wear heels constantly - your muscles seem to be best adapted to heels. And why not. They make your legs look lovely and even accentuate your perfectly rounded posterior. You feel perfect mincing or striding in them as you walk over to the mirror.

You’re even hotter and more desirable than you’d expected. The mystery and allure of female undergarments is completely erotic. You slip the baby doll over the top and decide you’re utterly delectable in this naughty little ensemble.

Your gang mate smirks as he sees you dressed. “Well don’t you look gorgeous…” he observes then goes back to his searching. “Where is her jewellery…” he grumbles.