Ignore it and get dressed.

"You're fine, gal. It's twitching 'cause it's cold." — Jen told herself and focused on a garment that was not too crazy. Just the right amount.

The girl stood on her tiptoes to reach for a particular dress that caught her attention. The shoes never went flat, but Jen was not bothered anymore. Apparently, this was the most comfortable way to stand, so why not?

The dress turned out to be a ballet tutu. Its body and long sleeves were made of sleek latex, while wrists and shoulders were decorated by transparent tulle. The skirt was also tulle, but some of the layers were interconnected, making it just a little more whole.

Jen loved it. The insides were already slippery with lubricant, so she jumped into the tutu's panty part readily and with perfect precision. Her feet felt weightless, then negative-weighing in a matter of seconds. Twitches gave way to pulses, but the girl was busy getting into her dancing gear.

As the crotch of Jen's tutu sat tight in its place, it pushed her dildo deeper inside. The sensations were getting out of control, but the pleasure they were giving her was so intense that it only seemed right to continue.

"There are no locks in there. Perfectly safe and such a lot of fun."

The torso of the garment has revealed itself to have barely visible ribbing and laces that extended up to the very neck. The front had a noticeable cleavage cut. The girl pulled all this splendor over her body. Like in a dream, it was a perfect fit. She squeezed her hands through the sleeves, popping the press studs on the wrists closed without thinking.

As soon as this happened, the laces contracted swiftly. Every part of the tutu was now holding Jen strictly, but not restrictively. She found a thickening at the back of her neck with a keyhole that felt a lot like the one she could not compare it with, as it was sealed underneath.

"I'm tricked! Now I'm wearing it for a while." — Jen uttered groggily. She expected herself to react a little more actively, but her mind was too full. She did not want to pull on the sleeve stud that would not come apart, so she stopped and looked forward. The mirror was sidewards from her, so she started to approach it.

Finally, her feet were given the opportunity to be grounded as rarely as possible. Jen skipped and hopped until she was in front of the mirror. These movements were stirring her from inside rather well.

"Are you ready to dance? Are you ready?"

"...maybe I should tie off my hair? It's not long, but it's still better if it's out of the way."

Her cheeks were red and her mouth was slightly open. She moaned loudly before closing it. And then with both her hands.

"Did I just do it?" — there was a hint of hysteria in her speech. — "I've never felt like that, I just wanna... do the moves, they feel so goooood."

Jen made a little reverence, posing before the mirror. She could swear the red wrapping was down to her calves and not over her knees like it was now.

She danced back to the wardrobe. Dancing was the only word left to describe her movement. She could not find a scrunchie anywhere, so she used her new powers to get a better view of the top shelves in the most efficient way.

She turned her back to the closet, jumped to grab its top edge and fearlessly pulled herself up to get her legs over the top of the doors. Then she hung upside down from there, her knees over the doors.

"I did not know I could do that. Am I a superhero now?"

The girl found a set of different smaller trinkets at the top of the wardrobe. including a scrunchie. It was easier to use with the regular gravity, so she let go of the doors, did a backflip mid-air and landed right on her toes before finally tying her hair into a tight bun.

She loved her new self so much. It was so hot in her pussy right now. She could only make a couple steps before it started pulsing in sync with her enchanted red shoes.

"UUUHHH! I'm cumming! Gimme... second!"

But there was no rest for her anymore. The red ribbons have risen up her thighs and disappeared under the tutu. Absolutely overwhelmed, Jen just hugged herself with her arms and tried to stay vertical while her uncontrolled legs continued their celebratory dance, because, as it appeared, this orgasm of their host was not in any kind a culmination point and only a promising beginning to an endless process.

ENDING #56