Little Black Dress

There in the closet is quite an assortment of clothes and shoes, everything from casual to formal evening wear, and quite a large selection of lingerie as well. With a resigned sigh you begin looking through the women's clothes. After rummaging through the various outfits you find that there's really nothing that feels manly enough to remind you of your previous body. After a while, and maybe a few wild haired ideas, you find yourself being pulled towards the fancy dresses. And perhaps just because your curious, you pull out a nice black one.

You hold the fabric up before you, wondering what it would look like on your buxom frame. And maybe because you want to try to show off that body, or just to see what it feels like, you decide to go with this particular black dress. You take off your shoes and socks, the white blouse, and then shimmy out of the tight plaid skirt. Standing there for a moment in nothing but the white lace panties and bra, once again being very aware of how those panties feel, tight and binding upon your ass cheeks, and with the last swig of bourbon, you take the dress in hand and pull it over your new body.

After tugging and slinking into the tight dress you notice a full length mirror positioned to be able to inspect yourself. There, reflected in the mirror, is a stunning redheaded woman in a sexy black cocktail dress ready to pounce. The front hangs loosely revealing ample cleavage from your rack before tightening up to hug your slim waist and pronounced hips. The dress barely extends further than the mini skirt did, revealing plenty of fleshy thigh but still concealing enough to keep it very tempting. All in all you look quite tasty and you spend a little time striking different poses, learning what gestures accentuate the different curves of your body. Watching as you turn your head just fast enough to spin your red hair out behind you. Looking through the dresser, you find a couple of bracelets and some dangly earrings to add a little shine and accessorize your outfit. And then, after much internal debate and about ten minutes of practice, you decide to go with some high heeled black strappy shoes. You're by no means a pro at balancing on such precarious footwear but after seeing how well it showed off those calves of yours you just had to figure out a way to make it work.

And with that, you head out to the bar for a little fun.