Transformation booth

"Alexia, this place is hardly fitting for women of our stature and breeding," said Louise, "and you should not be naked in front of these....these...these commoners, for lack of a better word."

Alexia rolled her eyes. "I'm 18 now, and if my mom can be The Mattress at 18, I can be the...hmm...Alexia the Amazing!"

"Amazing what? Naked twat?"

Alexia was annoyed, but she spied a transformation booth. She pulled Louise to it and shoved her in. She hard Louise pounding on the door and screaming to be let out. Then the machine started to hum. When it finished, the door open, and Louise stepped out in a cloud of vapor. Louise's hair was cropped very short, and she wore a powdered wig. On her head was a British tri-cornered hat that read British Bimbo! in letters that looked like they were cut out of a British flag. She wore knee high black boots, and a red coat with tails and nothing else.

"What...what happened to me?" asked a stunned and confused Louise.

A woman wearing nothing but a blue coat with tails, black boots, and a tri-cornered hat with a red, white, and blue flourish walked up. "Perfect. Just in time to re-enact the British defeat at Yorktown. She grabbed Louise's hand and pulled the still stunned, still confused noble lady behind her.

"Looks like the British will be...cumming," said Alexia. She wondered if she should follow along. She wanted to see the "defeat," but she was also still very horny.