The clothes come off on their own

Alex remembered the gloves, and wondered how he could have forgotten that batch of semen. To his surprise, the gloves were completely dry and clean. His hands were also normal. The burning was subsiding, but his hands were the same as they always were, down to the hangnails and scratched palm from yard work last weekend.

He went into the separate toilet room, closed the door and undressed as best as he could. He got the dress and a few other items off before he got to the corset. He was fairly sure it wasn't hexed onto him anymore, but he was sure that the lacing was some kind of black magic. He would need something sharp to cut the laces loose--or a helping hand, but he wasn't about to ask for that.

Alex thought about wearing only the corset, but he realized that the last thing he wanted was to give some hint to Sam as to the nature of their encounter. Reluctantly, he picked up the dress and pulled it over his head. It pulled itself on the rest of the way, tying its own laces and reapplying the choker, bra, panties, gloves, and all the rest. Aside from his lack of makeup, he was back to where he had started, but he was fairly sure he could still take it off if needed. Unfortunately, he would still need to hide his face or wear the makeup again to keep Sam from recognizing him.

He stepped out of the toilet room, flattening out the folds of his skirt, distracted by the odd feel of the heels, when he realized that his hands and face were burning again.

He looked up.

"Hi," said Sam, as casually as he could manage, "Listen, I didn't get your name. I'm Sam."

Alex froze. Something did not add up.

He noticed his hands. As nervous as he was, they weren't shaking. More importantly, they were also petite and spotless, with an impeccable French manicure.

He glanced up in the bathroom mirror. His face had rearranged itself. His nose was dainty, his chin was gentle, his lips full, and his neck soft. His cheeks were a little higher and, frankly, adorable. He may have been Alex a moment ago, but he wasn't right now.

"Alice?" he ventured hesitantly, and discovered that his voice was now soft and girlish.