Choices, choices, choices

When you get home you rush to your room, your mind full of conflicting ideas about what to wear. You pull items out of your closet and dresser, throwing them on the bed as you assemble choices. After half an hour of rummaging and arranging you look at the stuff you've selected and think about what you could do with them.

There's a little plaid skirt that you could easily turn into a slutty schoolgirl outfit. You've done it before, and it's always a hit, and always gets you hit on too. You smile at the thought as you consider it.

Alternatively there's some tight black shorts and a tight black shirt. With a little work you could be a sexy cop, especially if you can pick up some accessories tomorrow.

You eye is drawn to a corset you bought a while ago to seduce a guy you were infatuated with. It worked, but it didn't last past a few sessions of fucking. He turned out to be a bland, unimaginative guy who didn't seem able to hit any of your buttons.

You stroke the corset, thinking. It's black, with leopard pattern inserts, and you know that it shows off your ripe breasts to perfection. Inspired, you pull off your clothes, and pull the corset on. It has a lace up back, but hidden side hooks that mean you don't need help to tighten it. Once it's on you look at yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself. Your tits are pushed up sexily by the corset, showing off your flesh in spectacular fashion. You're unbelievably sexy, you think to yourself, stroking your hands over your body as you gaze in the mirror, your fingers teasing your labia.

"Stop that Lisa," you murmur to your reflection. "We'll never get this done if you start playing with yourself." You rummage through your drawers, finding a pair of ruffled, high cut black panties. You wriggle into them, loving the look of yourself in the mirror. You search a little more, looking for a few other things that you remember owning that will work well with this outfit.

In a few moments you look at your reflection in the mirror. The corset and panties have been joined by thigh high black stockings and black heels, and you wear a black choker around your neck. You giggle happily at yourself, turning to admire your costume and your body.

All you need are ears and a tail, and you'll be good to go as the sexiest cat at the party.