All woman.

Your slender fingers dig deeper into the folds of the petticoat. Finally you strike flesh. A moist slit. “No.” You gasp, as you feel the little folds of flesh and dip a finger into yourself. “How can this be happening? I must be dreaming.” As you run your finger up the cleft another thing hits your finger, your little nub of a clit has a little hoop piercing it. Looking up at the mirror once again you pull up the folds of the garment and look right at your cute little pussy with the shiny little ring. Then you can't help but check out more and pull down the top just enough to see your perky little nipples standing at attention on your chest, and much like your cunt, they are pierced, yet different at the same time as rather than hoops they are penetrated by little silver barbells. “So what now I am some kind of slut? I don't think so.” With a moment of panic you quickly strip off every stitch of clothing, as it must be some kind of magic. As the last speck hits the floor you stand naked in the mirror and are completely turned on by the sexy platinum haired cutie staring back at you. “Makeup, it must be the makeup.” You blurt out, a tear forming in your piercing blue eyes. Grabbing the first thing, a stocking, you rub your face trying to scrape off every last drop of makeup. “Damn it I need water.” Looking around you know the only place to find water is the public bathrooms, unless there is a private one in the store room. In either case you would have to leave the safety of the little dressing room. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You say in panic. “I can't go out naked.” Scooping up your clothing, you realize you can't really wear that either, it is easily double your size. “What am I 5'2” 5'4” at most. Plus fuck I can't weigh more than a hundred. This is madness.” The only thing to do if you are going to go out is to either put on the dress, or check the other stalls and see if there is anything else back here. Unless you dare stepping out naked that is.