Lounge on the cot in the other dress

You slip into the dress on the cot. Maybe it is the translucent material, but your body looks different through the fabric. Your waist is narrower, your cock smaller. You turn your head to look for a mirror--and feel the soft caress of shoulder-length blonde curls against your face.

As the sun sets, your balcony seems to be glowing with some sort of internal light. You notice you can hear talking from some of the other nearby balconies. As darkness falls, you realize that if anyone on those other balconies is looking your way, your balcony is lit up just like the stage of a play and theirs are like those of the audience.

You stand up and walk to the edge of your balcony, the dress shimmering around your visibly nude form. There are unmistakably pleased murmurs as you move. Instinctively, you run a hand over your new--are these breasts? You can hear soft moans around you. You can feel that your cock, however small, is getting very hard.

Looking down, you see a ruby-colored, phallus-shaped object. You pick it up. It is warm and soft to the touch. You can almost feel your audience holding their collective breath, waiting for your next move. You notice the cot is now a bed and the railing of the balcony has a gap in it to allow a better view of you.