“… you know, this place rents costumes for the day…”

My eyes went a little wide as he said it.

“What, like pirate outfits?”

I Iaughed a little, it sounded so silly, but… it did sound like fun.

“Yeah, well. They have pirate outfits, outfits for naval officers from the time, civilian outfits, nobility outfits. Why don’t we go check it out?”

“Hmm, okay!”

I was getting excited thinking about it, the thought of dressing up Lisa’s sexy body getting her stolen pussy between my legs even wetter.

We made our way through the park to the costume booth, hands naturally intertwining. It felt strangely comforting and natural walking like this; like the quickly growing bonds between Lisa and Trent as a couple were only strengthened by the bond of species and secret shared between Candida and I.

I should really be trying to fight harder not to act like a couple with him, but… I’m having so much fun so… it’s okay just for today, right?

I bit my lip as I thought about it, enjoying how soft and plump Lisa’s felt, and the sweet taste of her lipgloss too.

“You know, I think I see just the outfit for you.”

My reveries were broken by Trent, voice full of confident teasing. We’d found ourselves in a building filled to the brim with costumes, going from simple to elaborate, with the price increase to match. His hands gestured to an elegant dress reminiscent of the type Elizabeth Swann might wear in the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. Billowing folds of a long skirt coupled with a tight corset with ample room for cleavage to show, all done up in a silky teal color. Naturally, it was the most expensive outfit to rent in the whole place.

“Wow… it’s so elaborate.”

I mused, letting my eyes wander over the fabric. It was every inch a reflection of European nobility from the time, or at least what we might imagine of them with the romantic lens of favorable hindsight.

Could I really wear this…? What am I thinking, I’m in Lisa’s body, of course I’ll look great.

“I’ll take it”

A big smile spread on my lips as I accepted the dress and slipped into the changing room, leaving Trent to pay. Now that it was in my hands, I really took the time to appreciate it. There was a reason it had been so expensive to rent; the quality was all too evident as I let my fingers wander over the silk parts and the lace parts in turn.

How would it feel to wear something like this…? Only one way to find out.

I slipped out of Lisa’s own dress, enjoying the cool air on all my exposed skin, and posing in just my bra and panties in front of the mirror.

Ughhh, Lisa is so beautiful… her skin is so smooth and soft, and that body! Every proportion is perfect…

I found some heat returning to my pussy as I blushed, the feelings of bashful, astonished gratitude for being so close to my gorgeous crush mixing with the embarrassing, erotic and powerful knowledge that now, I was her.

I’d better put the dress on, before I start pleasuring myself here and now…

Opening the corset, I carefully slid myself inside, letting my legs disappear into the wide boom of the skirts. It felt so soft inside… Lisa had worn dresses a little similar to this in the past, but never any quite like this.

“Okay… here goes.”

I pulled the corset at the back, feeling that tightness increase around my waist, before subsiding a little naturally.

I stared in wonder at how it looked, and traced my fingers down over the fabric.

Lisa’s figure and shape is so naturally good, this corset isn’t even that uncomfortable… huh. It just feels kinda, thrillingly tight? Mhmm.

I was starting to think I had some kind of kink for tight clothes, between how excited this was making me and how erotic I’d always found the idea of skinsuits. But then… I’d never thought I’d ever actually experience wearing one…

As I looked over the corset, seeing it emphasize Lisa’s already stunning figure, I dragged my fingers through the air as I acknowledged just how tight it came in above the waist, and how widely the hips underneath flared.

As myself, it could have never come in so tight above the waist… and it wasn’t like I really had hips that stood out, certainly none that looked this explicitly female.

The delirious impossibility of my body somehow squeezing down inside Lisa’s, her shape, form and skin all becoming mine all came to me as I twirled, enjoying the sensation of the big skirts flowing through the air, and the beautiful colors of the dress.

Leaning down, my eyes were drawn to another feature of Lisa’s I’d craved before; and now were some of the favorite parts of my new body. The corset had pressed up her already perky D-cup’s, my eyes naturally being drawn to how beautiful and soft they looked.

Ughh… it’s kind of a struggle not tearing them out of this dress to have some fun.

Instead, I contented myself to running my fingers down Lisa’s lush hair, the rich dark color seeming to absorb light and shine a little in it too. Between the dress, the black hair, and the light tan of Lisa’s skin… I look every inch a noble lady of Spain, Italy or Greece.

“Ready, Milady?”

Trent’s voice called from the other side of the changing room curtain.

“Shut up!”

I laughed, as he responded,

“My, how uncouth! And from a lady of such high standing too!”

I peeled open the curtain and stepped out into the light with an amused smile, only to see his eyes grow big as he looked over me.

“Wow… you look beautiful. Like a real princess.”

It was one of the first times I’d seen him be taken aback at something, a genuine love and reverence infusing his words as he looked at me. For some reason, I couldn’t help but find it intensely embarrassing, and grabbing an ornamental fan from the table to held it up over my face to hide.

“Hmpf, flattery will get you no-where. And certainly a lady of my standing would never be caught with such a low down, scurvy dog of the seas.”

I couldn’t help laughing just a little behind my fan, after my little impression of a stuck-up lady of nobility. For his part, Trent really was dressed as a “low down, scurvy dog of the seas”, wearing a pirate captain outfit, with a long velvet coat in an incredibly dark purple that almost seemed black, a billowy white shirt, trousers that were baggy at the thighs and went down to high socks and finally those buckle loafer shoes pirates are generally imagined to wear.

On his head sat a tri-corn pirates hat, although he did still look just a little like a trendy modern guy playing dress-up without the beard and eyepatch.

“Well then, if I can’t have you willingly, I’ll just have to plunder you like the treasure you are!”

He closed the distance as wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body to his as I shrieked in mock horror, before we kissed again, the rich rush of dopamine I was coming to expect from it never failing to make me feel amazing.

Is it young love or…? Lisa’s body is screaming out in pleasure everytime she does anything with Trent. I’m a little jealous… I wanted to be the one to make Lisa feel this way. But then… If I’M Lisa, then… isn’t that even better than just dating her?

Ughhhh... do I really want to just become her, full time?