Fire Alarm Fetish Outfit

"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit," Crystal muttered. She didn't smell smoke, so her instinct was to ignore the alarm -- but the landlord had just sent out a notice last week that the fire department could, and probably would, assess up to a $1,500 fine to people who didn't evacuate when a fire alarm sounded.

She went toward her closet hoping that this magic, or whatever it was, would allow her to at least put on a robe. She happened to look down, though, and see that the ink was now covering her from neck to feet, stopping her in her tracks. As she watched, clothing literally faded into existence around her. She was forced up onto tiptoes by a pair of black patent-leather platform heels; a pair of fishnet stockings went only thigh-high, revealing a little bit of bare leg below a ruffled, lacy black miniskirt. Beneath the miniskirt, she could feel thong panties of some sort, causing a slight pleasurable sensation merely by its proximity to her labia piercings. Her torso was covered by a black vinyl corset with silver buckles on the front.

Deciding the outfit was covering her well enough, and unable to spot where the ink might have gone, she figured it was time to obey the alarm. She grabbed her purse off the kitchen table as she left, and made her way down the hall and down the stairs as best she could in the high heels -- she wasn't used to such tall platforms. As she walked, she looked down at the copious cleavage being created by the corset, the breasts jiggling slightly despite being contained by the vinyl fabric. She was thankful that the hallway and stairway were vacant so she didn't have any of her neighbors staring at her tits -- but then she realized it would probably be her Mohawk, or her face piercings, or maybe her whorish makeup, that they'd look at first.

And then she realized that her neighbors were all going to be outside, standing there. Indeed, once she went out the exit door at the bottom of the stairs, she saw them on the sidewalk, some talking to each other, some on cell phones, some just looking up at the building, or looking around at nothing in particular.

She took a spot away from everyone, trying to appear as if she didn't want to be bothered. The glances and whispers began almost immediately, she couldn't help but notice; she just tried to look even more annoyed.

It didn't work as well as she'd hoped. Someone came walking over to her -- someone she'd seen around the building but had never really talked to beyond a "hi" in the laundry room. Crystal sighed.