Mirror.

Ashley approached the mirror. She looked a little childish and too relaxed for a ballerina.

"Yes, I gotta be stiffer. Face straighter. Lots of makeup so that the back rows can see it."

She tried rolling the weight over to her toes. As she would expect, the shoes made maintaining that pose possible and not too uncomfortable, so she tried raising her hands as well. Now it was a little more like it, at least her thin frame was tense. Even though that skirt was limp and her toes already started hurting, his first accomplisment felt good. Maybe it was thanks to that slight tension the suit maintained around her crotch when she stood like that?

Stretched out and yet not fallen over, she cherished this pleasurable moment of tension with her eyes closed, and only opened them when her toes could take no more.

"Wow... what?"

The first thing she saw was white mesh climbing up between the shoulder straps, appearing, as it seemed, out of thin air. She caught the final seconds of this improvement, and then it stopped completely.

The previously limp skirt now had a noticeable lift from her hips. Part of it was still this opaque material, but light see-through tulle took over most of the surface, dividing it into sections. The pointe shoes felt a little more supportive, and the subtle pink lines on the bodice gained some volume. And that spot over her crotch also appeared to become a little tighter, but still very far from chafing or some other unwanted effects.

"The description did not lie. It is really magical. It changes towards my desires!"

She went back to the couch and noticed that the black bar on the Dreamscale rose up slightly, but still within the green zone, which meant lots of room for improvement.

Ashley never cared that much about ballet, but this outfit was making her feel like a petite ballerina. Quick, athletic and incredibly feminine. There was a little less room for exiting through the neck, but still well enough, so she got out easily and put the Balletwear away for the night.

Once out, she felt her muscles ache a little, which was unsurprising. To maintain sharpness and grace of their moves, real ballet dancers spend a significant amount of time in dedicated training every day, and she was merely a cosplayer, even if in a decent form. By the time she lied down onto her bed, she remembered cancelling her gym membership last month as part of cutting her expenses. The diversion in form of the magical outfit appearing out of nowhere was welcome, but the reality was inescapable. With a sigh, she picked up her phone.

After vaguely answering her boyfriend about meeting tomorrow, Ashley thought of something. She searched for ballet classes in her area on Internet and quickly found a match. They were within walking distance and were scheduled for tomorrow morning, too!

Not entirely sure if there was an opening for her age and level, she gained a little boost of excitement that quickly drowned in fatigue after the long day.