She becomes familiar with the changes made to her.

Mary wandered for a while. She wasn't recognizing these surroundings, and everyone she tried to ask either avoided her, ignored her, or propositioned her for sex. And she couldn't blame them. Ever since that strange phenomenon where she had gone numb, she couldn't seem to help but put a sexy sway in her stride. And even worse, whenever she spoke it was with a parody of a french accent. And she couldn't seem to stop!

She had caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror she had passed that some thrift store was selling, and her nipples were still jutting visibly. The dress had a scoop neck that gave a spectacular view of her jiggling breasts, then tapered down to a trim waist adorned with a black leather apron, before flaring out again. The dress was so short that if not for the ruffled leather bloomers peeking out, her pussy and finely cleft ass would have shown. She was a walking wet dream and since the numbing sensation, she didn't care.

It wasn't that she was not aware of the comments and stares, the bulging cocks, and the soaking panties. She just wasn't as embarssed by them as she should have been. Whatever the numbness had done, it was a boon in this situation. Mary saw someone standing up ahead in front of a tattoo parlor, staring at her. Mary didn't know what was different about this person, she didn't recognize whoever it was, but she was becoming aroused.