Mermaid Dress with Strapless Sweetheart Neckline

"This dress is a strapless mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline. Perfect, no?" asked Petra, knowing the answer.

John didn't say anything he felt the fabric as his fingers stroked it. A sting of fear and ecstasy ran up his arm.

"Let me get someone to assist you." Petra clapped her hands and a brunette woman in a green dress walked up. "Please take him to the changing room."

The employee nodded and guided the mesmerized John, dress in hand, to the fitting room. He automatically walked into the room and shut the door, but a voice in his head told him something was wrong. You are a man, he thought, don't do this!

No, he thought back, this is where I need to be.

The dress glowed with a magical presence that beckoned him to take of his clothes. He removed his shirt and pants easily, but he hesitated at his underwear before following through. The dress felt even more soft as he held it to himself. He stepped into the dress and drew it up over his chest.

He felt his height sink for a second and then adjust itself as he found himself on his tip toes in high heels. The excess fat and muscle melted off of him and left his body with soft hairless skin. His brown hair erupted into a cascade of long brown hair as his chest expanded out to form a generous amount of cleavage. He already knew between his thighs was a void that had once been precious to him. His entire body radiated with feminine energy and "he" sashayed towards the mirror.

"Oh my," said a soft yet seductive voice. She caressed her hips and breasts, a small gasp of ecstasy escaping her lips.

A knock came at the door. "Are you ready, miss?" asked the employee.

"Yes," said the new beauty.

"Excellent," said Petra, as John sashayed out of the fitting room and onto a pedestal. "What shall we call you?"

The woman twirled around and stared longingly at her reflection, "Jasmine, mistress."

The employee stood in shock at the beauty before her, "She's taken to the change faster than the others, mistress."

Petra smiled, "Some people are born to be brides, child. We must still cement the process. Even the most feminine mind will fight given time."

"Who would want to fight?" asked Jasmine as she blew kisses to herself in the mirror.

"How do you feel about a trip to the hair salon?" asked Petra, holding out her hand for Jasmine.