Instant makeover

James was briefly dazzled by supernatural light but even without seeing he could feel something warm and soft wrapping tightly around his altered body. Already dreading what he would see he blinked away the spots in his eyes and looked down at himself. Just as he'd feared, he was now fully clothed, a complete new outfit having appeared from nowhere as mysteriously as the dildo and the vibe had before. What really disturbed him though was the exact nature of his new wardrobe.

Costume might be a more accurate description of what he was wearing. It certainly wasn't anything James would normally wear. In his opinion it wasn't the kind of kind of thing any respectable person would wear, at least not in public. He tugged irritably at the black fabric with his gloved fingers trying vainly to adjust the plunging neckline and cover his impressive new cleavage.

"Tsk!" He grumbled "I've had these things for all of five minutes and they are already causing me problems."

Jame stood smoothing the black ruffled skirt that barely covered his shapely behind.

He resolved to find something more practical to wear, even if it meant walking around in a bathrobe for now, only to fall on his face when he tried to walk. More embarrassed than hurt he glared at the source of his difficulty, the black stiletto heels that adorned his feet. With a disgusted grunt he attempted to kick the ridiculous things off but they stubbornly refused to budge. No matter how he twisted and pulled there was no shiftting them. The same proved true for the rest of his outfit. Even the wide brimmed black hat appeared glued to his head.