Taken to Pageant in Limo

The door opens and the assistant greets you, “You look wonderful darling!” She says. “Your ride is outside. I will escort you.”

“Uh...” is all you let out in a nervous feminine voice.

She grabs your hand and leads you out into the mall. You see both women and men staring at you as you pass. The women full of envy and mild arousal. Severe arousal for the men.

You hadn’t noticed amidst the changes that your shoes had turned into high heels. You body felt natural in them. The assistant leads you into the limo.

“Don’t worry about the cost of the dress. We know you are in a rush,” the assistant says, “The Limo and Dress are curtesy of the store. You won’t have to worry if you win he pageant. Champagne is on the house.”

“What if I don’t win-“ you say in your soft feminine voice before she slams the door shut.