Woman in Evening Gown

Outside the box you hear Drake run off stage and come back. The audience howls with laughter and a few catcalls. In the darkness you feel as though you have no body.

"I bet you gents will like this one," Drake says as he attaches something to the front of the box.

Immediately you feel yourself come together. No longer lost in an endless darkness. But you feel different, you notice your arms and hands are covered in a soft fabric. Your pants no longer seem to be on. A small draft reveals to you that your shoulders are bare.

Before you can fully react to these new sensations the door is flung open.

"And I introduce my new assistant, Jasmine," Drake says.

You step out of the box, your high heels clicking on the hard floor. Your black satin evening gown hugging your body tightly. A bit of your long wavy blonde hair falls infront if your eyes, but you flip it back into place. Looking down you realize what is going on and see your normal masculine body replaced by a seductive feminine one. Your hand touches where your member should be only to feel your womanhood through the layers of silk and satin clothes.

"What happened?" You manage to say before being drowned out by the crowd.

Drake grabs your hand and brings you into a bow. "It's all part of the show my dear," he whispers to you, "Act the part."