Gown attacks you!

You look at the gown, strapless gold evening gown with a sweetheart neckline.

As soon as the door’s lock clicks the dress falls off the hanger. Instinctively you go to catch it. The dress wraps around you arm and begins tightening.

“Fuck!” You shout as the dress begins to climb up your arm wrapping around it like a vine.

You tear at the fabric only for it to resist you attempts. You manage to cause a slight tear, but it quickly repairs itself. You try again and manage to uncover your hand. You gasp at the sight, instead of your normal hand you see a small dainty feminine hand with long gold painted nails.

The pause allows the dress to engulf you face. You try to pry at the fabric but it is too late. Soon you feel the fabric crushing your entire body. As you are about suffocate from the fabric constricting your neck, it releases.

You stand up and brush yourself off now wearing the gown. Both hands now feminine and soft. You examine yourself and look down to see two voluptuous breasts held by the dress’s bodice.

Long silky blonde hair touches your shoulders. Your hands go to your crotch and you feel the loss of your manhood and your gain of womanhood.

You look to the mirror and see a beautiful young woman starring back at you. Her hair done as if by a professional stylist and a body that is pleasing to both look at and touch. You stroke your skin and breast and close your eyes in pleasure at the feeling of being touched.