But First A Dressing sequance

Peach noticed a circular groove on the left side of the table, it matched perfectly to the rim of her crown…

“So, if I go from right to left, on this side, I start at the ball and make my way to the crown,” Peach mused, “But if I was left-handed, I can stand on the other side and go from the ball to my crown… But how does one wear a ball, and how would I wear that massive tunic without sowing up the neck?”

With a deep breath, Peach reached for and picked up the pink ball. She held it up to examine it and see what was so special about it… and then it started to melt in her hand.

“What the…” Peach let out a stream of very unladylike profanity.

The pink ball turned into a pink slime that was running up her arm and covering her. She waved her arm and tried to shake the slime off of her, but it kept enveloping her arm.

“Get off, get off!” Peach screamed.

The slime now covered her arm, and part of her chest and was expanding to her neck.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Peach screamed.

The slime kept moving down her body and across her chest…

“Wait, what the?” Peach realized the slime wasn’t covering her head.

Peach looked and saw her finger tips emerge as the slime as it continued down her body. The slime moved past her fingers on her right hand and off of her palm as it kept going… looking down her left arm, Peach saw the slime moving to her left wrist and stopping. As the slime stopped at the wrists and neck, it turned from a liquid goo to a solid rubber like sheet. Peach looked and saw the pink rubber form into a turtleneck top as the slime kept going down her waist and legs. Soon the slime stopped when it had formed stirrups under the arches of Peach’s feet. Across her body, from her wrists to her neck to her feet, her body was now covered with a smooth seamless rubber body suit.

“Talk about painting an outfit on!” Peach muttered thinking of the jokes about excessively tight fitted outfits she had seen others wear on her travels to the Olympics.

Peach moved around and felt her body under the suit while looking herself over.

“Damn, I look hot,” Peach mused, “But, wow… It shows everything off.”

Peach blushed as her finger brushed her rubber clad nipples.

“So, what would happen with the tunic and boots?” Peach asked herself aloud.

*

“Wow, that was fast,” Mario remarked as Professor Gadd’s flying machine came to a soft landing next to the palace entrance, “Hay Luigi, Professor! We have a problem.”

The short professor pulled out a series of dangerous looking machines and pointed them at Mario.

“Hay now!” Mario backed up.

“Relax, these are his scanners bro,” Luigi said, “You said this happened in the garden?”

“Yeah, follow me,” Mario waved.

*

Peach stepped into the boots and as she guessed, they shrunk down and formed a perfect fit around her calves and feet. They even turned two tones of pink, the main shaft and foot a darker while the sole and pirate cuff trim became a lighter shade.

“Wow, ok, so all of this is magical,” Peach mused, “Much like the sparkle costumes…”

Peach picked up the undyed tunic and lifted it over her head and slid in, as she did, it shrank and formed to match her body forming into a short sleeve tunic that ended above her elbows and mid-thighs.

“We at least my camel tow is covered,” Peach sighed, “And it is in my color.”

Peach let go of the bottom hem of the now pink linen tunic and turned her attention back to the alter and the items on it. Peach picked up the metal breast plate and slipped her arms and head into the leather x strap at the back and pulled the metal plate to her chest and watched as the leather straps and metal armor all shrank and formed to the upper half of her chest forming a silver metal crop top protecting her heart, lungs and bosom.

“Damn,” Peach said as she moved and the fitted armor allowed her to move without hinderance.

Peach reached for the brown leather belt and wrapped it around her waist. The belt shrank so that she only used the third hole on the end in the buckle to close it snugly around her waist. Peach noticed the dangling holder for her sword on the left side of the belt. Peach grabbed the sword off the shield and it grew to the size of a gladius type short sword and seemed perfectly sized to slide into the baldric on her belt as a scabbard appeared in said baldric. Blinking, she slid the sword into the scabbard and picked up the shield. That too grew to be the diameter of her hand to her elbow and a sort of hook appeared on it that seemed to match a catch on the baldric holding the sword and scabbard.

“Let’s see,” Peach said as she lined the hook and catch up, “perfect fit, now how does it come off, oh, of course, magic, it knows automatically…”

Peach took the shield off and put it back onto the catch. She picked up her crown and placed it on her head.

“Alright, now let’s see if I can find a way out of here,” Peach muttered as she turned to look for an exit.

Peach could not see that under her blonde ponytail on the back of the latex suit’s turtle neck, the gold outline of a triangle was formed with one tip pointing up to Peach’s head, and inside of it three lines appeared dividing the inside into four triangles. The one pointing downwards in the middle filled in with gold…

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