She stumbles

Looking rather worse for wear, Katie was finally able to get Molly to rise out of bed. Luckily, she had already put on a night shirt earlier, so Katie didn’t walk in on her friend sleeping naked... again. Sliding her eye mask off, Molly follows an over excited Katie ready to show her handiwork.

At the other end of the hall, Vyki was oblivious to all of this as she examined herself in the mirror. She’s not sure it would have been her first pick for a custom, but it seemed like an oddly ‘safe’ sexy girl costume. While the skirt was definitely short, it had a weight to it that seemed to be amplified by the taffeta beneath as well to give at least an appearance of modesty. And the high neckline and capped sleeves ensured no one would see the seams of her breast appliance. With the hood, it gave her a way to hide a bit while staying in character.

However, with the heels and the magic from the girls at the salon, the smooth, shiny, and healthy glow of her tan legs seemed to go on for ages. And ironically, while the heels were thinner than what she was used to, they were so much shorter, they almost seemed trivial. She just had to keep her steps steady on the balls, and she was sure she was going to be fine. She was so looking forward to showing them just how good she had become.

As Katie reached the door to the spare bedroom, she stepped through and gestured toward Paul with a flamboyant, “Tada!” as Molly stepped in.

Molly walked in with a **** warmed-over look and turned to look at Paul-as-Vyki turned to face her. As her eyes registered the person before her, her expression quickly took on a look of utter surprise and stumbled over her own feet before gathering herself next to Katie. Walking a few steps forward, she ventured slowly around them. Reaching out to hazard a touch of the short loose cape, she felt to see if this was just a prescription **** added delusion. As physical textures made contact with her fingertips the satin finish gliding of the ridges of her pads, Molly whispered a question for confirmation, “Paul?”

Vyki wasn’t sure if that was an appreciative or apprehensive inquiry as Molly moved around behind her while she shifted nervously from one foot to the next. She wanted to bring up her selected moniker to Molly but wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it or accepting of the final result. She could feel Molly fiddle with a few strands of hair from the wig that were peeking out from the loose hood but still couldn’t tell her verdict. Finally, she broke the silence with her own question to Molly, “do you like it?”

Molly finally completes her slow circuit inspection of her dressed up husband in the sexy Robin Hood themed costume with her cosplaying friend’s artistry on display. Her stunned expression as she looked between the two of them seemed to leave them both in raptured suspense.