An Erotic Ballerina

Amongst the various fabrics sliding around her, she feels a particular set of clothing move up her body as if putting on clothing. Britney tries to struggle, but the sea of cloth is too overwhelming, until suddenly the fibres stop shifting, confusing her. then, in a burst of speed, all the clothing start darting away like a pile of insects moving away from their upturned rock; Sifting into cracks in the wall, under the bed, or even back into the wardrobe, which then slams shut after the floor clears. Britney is left on the floor, staring up at the ceiling in confusion, as if she doesn't know what just happened. After a few seconds on mentally recovering her senses, she notices an arc of bright pink below her vision, which upon focusing appear to be a skirt.

She gets up and blanches at her new apparel. On her chest, is a bright pink corset, lifting a hefty amount of cleavage, lifting them more into lusty domes of flesh than actually covering them, and framed in translucent pink frills. The bottom portion is a little harder to see beyond her new wide tutu, but she can tell it hides nothing of her legs, and springs out ridiculously like an umbrella. Her legs are encased in thigh-high pink fishnets, and her feet bound in tiptoe heel shoes, also in a garish pink. Britney lifts up her pink opera gloved hands to her head to check the damage there, and feels her hair bound into ribbon-tied cutesy twin-tails, and adorned with a tiara. She cannot see it, but she feels the framework and estimates that her tiara has the word 'DOLLY' spelled out on its front.

Britney starts freaking out, and moves to yank the offending pieces off, but as she almost grasps the front of the corset, she feels an odd twitch, almost a pinprick in the back of her hands, and suddenly her arms fall limp. Britney looks from side to side, to see what was responsible, but can't see anything. She tiptoes around the room, arms gangly waving as she moves. And before she can mince over to the door, in hopes of getting out; I'll use my teeth to open it if I have to, she mentally rationed; The feeling of pinpricks happened again in her feet. But instead of falling like she thought she was going to, she instead hangs with her knees bent, like her torso is the only thing holding her up, unflatteringly splaying Britney's legs in their limpness. She starts cursing herself, thinking that she needs to find a way out of this and get out of this freakish place as fast as possible, I didn't sign up for this magical bullshit! Britney internally screams.

But before she can finish that thought, a click is heard, as the door handle in front of her jimmies open, and allowing the door to swing open.