Trish has a plan: Movie and a dinner

After what Trish did to you the rest of the movie is a blur. You sit there and let the sound and light wash over you. Your skimpy outfit is all but glued to you, but it's fine. The bra is a little tight, but that's fine too. As long as Trish keeps her arm wrapped possessively around your body everything is okay by you. When the credits roll you need help steadying yourself, help Trish is all to happy to provide.

"Does it always feel this good? Mmmm, what have I been missing?" you mumble into your girlfriend's hair. Then you giggle. After all, is Trish really your girlfriend? Just to start with she's the one with the cock. On top of that you haven't done a single manly thing since you got knocked up and the hormones, the curse, something sure has given you a first class tour of all the joys being a woman has to offer.

You silently remind yourself that later you'll need to take charge a bit more. Not right now, of course. Awfully hard to take charge when your 'girlfriend' is giving your ass a good squeeze as she helps you into her car. Hmmm, yeah. That's another thing - Trish has the car, you're staying at her place... fuck, you're the most needy and helpless girl out there. It's a bit weaker right now, but that unhelpful little voice inside you says 'Just go for it. Enjoy. Trish will take care of everything and all you have to do is something you love to do anyway.'

"Hey there sleepyhead," says a familiar voice. You nearly flail, then you realize Trish has your door open. You must have fallen asleep on the way here. "Man you must have some weird dreams," she says, shaking her head and helping you out of the car.

"Wha? Why?"

She laughs and gives you a kiss. "You were saying things like 'Fukken bitch brain' and 'No, listen to me you traitor' and 'I'ma do what I wanna'. Plus a whole load more I can't remember. Heh, it was like you were debating yourself while drunk. Cute as hell listening to you."

"I can't remember a thing."

"Well I hope you're rested up. Come on, I've got everything ready inside." She feels your shoulders tense up and has a laugh at that too. Once you get your bearings you see that Trish is guiding you towards a room at one of the newer motels in the area. All the lights are on and once you get close you hear the sound of running water.

The sleepiness finally leaves your brain and you catch on to what she's prepared. A lovely hot bath. And that's not all. Bath salts and a lovely hermaphrodite who's ready to help you in every way possible. Trish more or less keeps you from doing anything - she strips your clothes off, she washes your hair and rubs lovely strawberry scented body wash over every inch of your slender frame. After the bath she dries your hair and even massages your feet - oh so very welcome after wearing those heels.

You let out a contented moan as Trish massages your shoulders. "Now I know what they mean by 'All mommy wanted was a back rub'."

"Well I aim to please," says Trish. She takes a moment to kiss the nape of your neck. "And I'm glad that my very own mommy to be approves."

You were so out of it you didn't even notice how appropriate that phrase was.

You feel a soft... something sliding across your back. You blink. Guess that means you fell asleep again. But who cares? You feel great.

"Rise and shine, babe," says Trish mischievously. "I've got another surprise for you." With that she gently pulls that soft fabric up your back, over your head and uses it to cover your eyes. You are so utterly content that even being blindfolded isn't enough to get you moving. "That's it. Let Trish take care of everything," she purrs. Slowly and gently she hoists your naked body up so you're sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Where on earth did you get a blindfold?"

"It's a scarf, actually. But I was rummaging around in the stuff we bought today and I saw it and thought 'Yeah, that could work'."

You wonder at what she'll do next. Part of you desperately hopes Trish will push you onto your back and just take you now, hard and fast, payment for all the pleasure you've been feeling. Instead you feel another band of fabric, this one a bit firmer, being slipped around your feet. Trish helps you to your feet and you feel what is obviously a skirt being fastened around your waist. You tried on so many that you're not sure which it could be. Plus it feels weird and heavy. You try to use your hands to figure out what's going on with the skirt but Trish forces you to keep your arms up so you can't work out what she's getting you into.

Then a belt. Thin, and by the smell it must be leather. Probably either that lovely black one with the silver buckle or that white one with the shiny brass buckle. But you can't touch, so you can't tell which one. You bite your lip and Trish asks "Oh are you enjoying this game? I certainly am."

"Oh fuck. You're getting me wet just from dressing."

"Yeah, how sweet it is to have a girlfriend like you," she replies. She runs her finger along your slit and you head her moan as she loudly sucks your juices off of it. Almost as a reward she gets out some glass items from somewhere and starts doing your nails. She takes her time and every once in a while collects a little more nectar from your well, always sucking and slurping loudly. God, is that pride you're feeling welling up in your heart? Damn you're a perverted girl - you deserve Trish.

Next she slips your arms into something. Again, it's such a strange feeling, like the shirt is cut wrong. Then again it's probably some kind of blouse, so of course it feels wrong! But it's such soft fabric that it also feels ever so right. She doesn't bother putting it all the way on. Your breasts are still exposed to the cool air when she pulls you to your feet and asks "Ready to see the whole ensemble?"

You nod so eagerly that you knock Trish's fingers away from the blindfold.

"Steady, steady. Damn, I'll have to do this to you again!" She unties the knot and whips the blindfold away, leaving you blinking and mostly blind. While you're recovering Trish pulls at something else and the skirt falls around your legs. As your vision returns you look in the mirror and see yourself.

The dress is ankle length, deep black and slit up one side, nearly up to your waist. The blouse isn't one you recognize, so Trish obviously snuck off and got it at some point. It's silky smooth navy blue fabric, but the really amazing part is the V-neck, if you can call it that. This blouse has a V that goes most of the way to your navel! You literally can't wear a bra with it. No wonder it felt funny - there are little fabric cups designed to hold your breasts in position.

Trish helps wrestle your sweater puppies into place and holy crap does it feel weird! The blouse is so stretchy that it kind of supports them, but it also pulls them out to the sides. There's a wide expanse of exposed skin in between. Most people could lay the palm of their hand over your chest, even spread their fingers and not touch fabric at either side. It feels like they're ready to pop out at any moment, until Trish tightens some thin cords at the back. You still feel exposed and a bit off kilter, but your breasts will stay put. Probably.

You're not sure what to think. The outfit looks spectacular - you're certain to cause a traffic accident if you walk down the street looking like this. But can you manage to walk down the street? You're clothed but you feel naked. Even the lightest breeze in this motel room feels like it's molesting your chest and caressing your leg.

Wear these clothes and you'll have to show total confidence. Anything less and you'll wind up shy, bashful and scared of even the slightest motion. Your lover has managed to create an outfit that's far less slutty than what you wore at the theater - in fact it looks downright classy - yet at the same time it leaves you feeling even more exposed.

Before you can get too deep into another argument with yourself over the relative merits of dressing in the most feminine clothes you've ever worn Trish gets behind and whispers "Close your eyes one more time". You do and she puts on the finishing touch: the collar. Even by feel you know this is a different one than before - this one clearly has something cool and metallic fastened to it.

You open your eyes and in the mirror see a medium blue band of fabric around your throat and dangling from it is a burnished brass pentagram, around 3/4 of an inch across. Quite a detailed little creation. It couldn't have been too cheap, especially with such fine casting.

"I thought this was such a coincidence," Trish says, pressing the small metal symbol against your skin. "After some kind of witchcraft brought me a cursed bride and then helped me plant my seed inside her." She gives you a long, tender kiss while you sit there stunned. "Now it's time to do your makeup. We don't want to be late."

"Late?"

"Oh yeah, I kind of set up a reservation for dinner. Got to treat my lovely girl. The place is a surprise, but we'd better get there soon."