Lingerie

You are shoved by Sara into a curtained off changing room. “Lisa! I’ve got another one,” Sara yells.

“Okay, what do I have to work with?” Lisa says. She is a stylishly dressed redhead with measuring tape draped around her shoulders.

“Leggy blonde with great breasts,” Sara says. “No mental conditioning, you’ll have to work with what you get.”

“Shit!” She yells, looking to you. “Take off your clothes. I need you ready ASAP!”

You do as you are told and take off your shirt, pants, and underwear. You magnificent breasts bouncing unsupported. You grab hold of them and become flushed with erotic pleasure.

“No time to masturbate,” Lisa says throwing a lacy black bra around your torso and pulling it tight. You put your arms through the straps. Your breasts being pushed up into attractive cleavage. She has you step into a matching set of lingerie. A nearby assistant begins applying your makeup while another styles your hair. You step into stiletto high heels, but begin to lose your balance as someone catches you and sets you on your feet.

You watch in the mirror as you are quickly turned into a Victoria’s Secret model, where once stood a man.

“Quick run down of model behavior. Step one foot in front of the other. That will help you get some booty shaking going on. Look straight ahead and try not to smile. We are going for super model here, not Funtime stripper at the burlesque show,” Lisa said slapping your ass. “Fuck if we don’t make hot pieces of ass.”