Gold Trim Ballgown

"Yes," said John, mesmerized by the feeling of the satin and embroidery.

Petra waved down one of her employees who wore a short gold dress, "Emily, make sure our guess has help getting into his dress."

Emily nodded and began ushering John into a fitting room. Petra followed closely behind The room was large and spacious with a soft white chaise. Emily started undressing John who didn't put up a fight at all. His mind still numbed by the presence of the dress.

As soon as he was naked she started putting the gown on him.

Petra smirked, "I'll make you a lovely bride..."

And with that the fabric began to wrap itself up John's torso, his flesh rearranging as it did so. His body hair retracted, his skin softened, his groin replaced with only void. The bust of the dress was filled by expanding breasts that filled the cups naturally. John tried to move, but he couldn't. His face was paralyzed as it began to soften and become more feminine. She stood in front of the two other women completely locked into her own body. Her thoughts thinking only to run and tear off the gown.

Petra grinned, "I think he wants to get away. But this short brown hair just won't do... Emily?"

"Yes, mistress," said the employee.

"I need you to fetch..."