Petra's new clothes

Kelly started to laugh, "Oh my God! Look at you. Ha! You have no cock for me to worship anymore. Guess I'm free." She smirked at him.

Pete flipped his middle finger at her. He'd have to deal with her later but he had bigger problems right now. He looked down at his ample chest. He felt so...wrong...in this body. Those tits were lovely, but they weren't supposed to be attached to him. Wearing this dress and displaying them like that...he looked at the others, "I don't suppose anyone has some sensible clothes I could change into? The necklace might be cursed but I'm pretty sure the dress comes off."

Gideon slinked over to him and licked her lips, "I'm sure it does. Should we test it? Actually, I want you to test your kiss on me. An orgasm or two might get your mind off your problems you know?"

Pete glared at her, then dismissed her by looking past her at the others. While it was good to know she was still attracted to him, it didn't help him right now. Unfortunately he already knew their answers. None of them had clothing options any better than his current attire. They all shook their heads.

"Wait, we still have some money? Let's go shopping!" Leanne said with a smile.

Pete nodded, "Ya. Thanks. Let's go do that." He looked around for his coin purse, "Wait...where's my money?"

"Oh well I saw you put it...oh no," Tiffany said, "Didi took it, didn't she?"

"Fucking Didi I swear I'm going to..." Pete stopped himself, it was probably best not to piss off someone with that much power over his life, "Shit. What about the money Kelly won?"

Tiffany nodded, "Ya. In your pocket. Your old shirt. I could...um...steal for you?"

Pete knew that was a bad idea. He just knew it. Except looking down at his chest again he found himself nodded, "Ya. Let's go."

"Pete..." Zahara said, "They taking stealing very seriously in this city. I know you don't want to hear it, but that dress is quite powerful. You should consider it a blessing."

Pete shook his head, "I'm sorry. I can't. I just...I need pants, ok?"

Zahara nodded, "I understand...but I won't come with you."

Leanne chimed in, "Ya. Probably best for the rest of us to keep a low profile...maybe head to the city gates to meet you? In case you are fleeing?"

Kelly snorted, "And if they get caught?"

Leanne crossed her arms, "Then I'll blow the prison up. He saved me when I was captured. We'd do the same for him."

Kelly laughed, "Ya sure, I'd love to help you."

Pete quickly spoke up, "I'll take that promise. Thanks."

"But...no...I...did I?" Kelly wasn't sure if she really had promised or not, but she shrugged, "Ya...I suppose I will. Just...try not to. Ok?"

Pete looked at Tiffany, "Ok. You ready?"

"Yes, let's go." Tiffany nodded.

The two of them left the others and headed to the market district. Pete realized there were two ways to go about this. They could steal money, and buy clothes, or just steal clothes. The clothes would be more direct. They'd just have to grab them and run. The coins could be more discrete, easier perhaps, but they'd have to stay in the area until they spent them. Pete decided going straight for the clothes was the better option.

Of course Pete didn't just want to steal any clothes. He wanted to be dressed like a man again. Pants. A shirt that hide his breasts. Unfortunately there were lots of shops that catered to women's bodies, but exclusively sold dressed. As far as men's clothes, Pete found lots of options, but holding them up against his body revealed they were woefully oversized. His new form wasn't just female, it was petite. Well everywhere except his new chest that is. He just couldn't find anything suitable to bother stealing.

Finally he found a tailor's shop that actually advertised pants for women. He couldn't believe it. He told Tiffany this was the one. She used her sneak skill to become invisible and he opened the door and let her inside. He pretended to browse, but really was giving her signals of which clothes to steal. There were no other customers, just the shopkeeper. Pete went to talk to her and angled himself in a way that would prevent her from seeing the door.

"Hi, I love your shop. I haven't seen a store that caters to women this way before." Pete said cheerily. He hated how his voice sounded, so high pitched and bubbly. It wasn't him at all.

The shopkeeper smiled, "Oh well I just opened up shop this morning. I felt there would be a need for my services here."

Pete frowned. That was a really weird thing to say, "Huh..."

She laughed, "Yes. A little birdie told me there was going to be a man turned into a woman who would love nothing more than finding proper clothes, so, here I am. Find anything you like...Petra?"

Pete took a step back, this was wrong. Then she pointed at him and he found himself frozen in place, unable to even speak. He could only follow with his eyes as she snapped her fingers and transformed. Gone was the rather plain human woman, in her place, a succubus. Not Vivi, but rather similar. She cackled, "Oh my. Vivi was so right. How predicable. Now let's bring your accomplice over here, shall we?"

Pete lost sight of her as she went behind him. She returned carrying Tiffany under her arm like she weighed nothing at all. Tiffany was also frozen, like a mannequin. She set Tiffany down in front of him. "Gorgeous, isn't she?" The succubus ran a finger around Tiffany's cheek, "I would love to fuck her...pity I'm not allowed to. Oh well...at least I do get to punish you both." She clapped her hands excitedly and ran behind Pete again. Even though he couldn't move he could feel her touching him. What was she doing? He suddenly felt a breeze and realized she'd removed his dress. "Wow...you are a stunner too huh?" She came back around and stood in front of him, carrying the dress he'd been wearing.

She pointed a finger at the dress and said something in a strange language. The dress suddenly disappeared. Then she pointed her finger at Tiffany and spoke the strange language again, her inksuit flowed into a collar around her neck leaving her totally nude. The succubus smiled, "So first punishment...nudity. You'll find yourself unable to manipulate her ink suit for 24 hours, and you'll be unable to wear any clothes yourself for just as long. I didn't destroy your dress, I just sent it to your companions. You'll find it safe and sound when you meet up with them later. For your second punishment I've cursed you. No pants. No shirts. Just dresses. Wear anything else and...well...why don't you try it?" She had a wicked grin on her face, "Oh and Tiffany's second punishment..." She suddenly slapped Tiffany's tits and Pete watched in amazement as they grew even bigger, "They were lovely before, but isn't bigger always better?" The succubus asked.

She walked over to Pete and put her hand under his chin. Suddenly he could move his head, although his body was still frozen, "What's your name dear?"

"Petra." She answered. She gasped and shook her head, "No. My name is Petra. No. Petra," She groaned, "Pete Davidson was on SNL. My name is Petra. Fuck."

The succubus laughed, "That's the third punishment. Oh, Tiffany," Tiffany was suddenly unfrozen completely and nearly fell over, "Tiffany...what's your Mistresses name?"

Tiffany looked at Petra, "Her...no, her...oh. I'm sorry Mistress. Her name is Petra."

The succubus laughed, "Yes. Her name. Oh you silly girl. Did you think you could beat us? Are you on your way to free Annie...or join her? Well I should go before Didi catches me. Don't try to steal any clothes on your way out, they are really just illusions! Ta-ta!" She succubus disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Petra looked down at her naked body and then over at Tiffany

"Shit, this is bad." She said, "We're going to have to just run for it."

Tiffany nodded, "Mistress...I could try sneaking again...steal something else?"

Petra shook her head, "No...I have a bad feeling about that. We'll just end up worse off, I'm sure of it. ****, we gotta just run."

Tiffany nodded, "I trust you. Ready when you are."

Petra looked around the shop. As the succubus had said it was all an illusion. The clothes, even the shelves and counter, everything was fading away. They were left standing in a dim, run down shack. Petra actually felt kind of disgusted, standing naked in this dirty place. "Fuck," She said to herself. She shook her head. The dysmorphia was worse now. She knew she was a man, but she was unable to think of herself with male pronouns, or even say her own name aloud. She grimaced, "I don't know how...but I'm going to fucking ruin Vivi one day. Come on, let's go. We'll just have to make a run for it." She grabbed Tiffany's hand and started to run.