Marcy got dressed

After Marcy woke up Dr. Valentine confirmed he was still in trance. "Marcy, what gender are you?"

"I'm a man." He answered in the monotone voice of someone in trance.

"You aren't a man, Marcy. You are a full-time drag queen."

"I'm not a man. I'm a full-time drag-queen." Marcy repeated leaving parts of her male self behind.

"You love your gigantic augmented tits and the attention they get."

"I love my gigantic augmented tits and the attention they get."

"Good. Put on your clothes and then let's go shopping for new ones."

Marcy put on the clothes she used before as a man, but they didn't fit her at all. The pants were really tight on the hips while wide on the waist. Because of the gigantic tits Marcy couldn't button up her shirt past the lowest two buttons. The balloon like mounds were barely covered by the shirt, the nipples were only just covered. But that didn't bother her or Dr. Valentine.

Once done Dr. Valentine and Marcy left the salon and walked over to the mall. All the people they passed stared at the former man, because of the gigantic tits lightly bobbing up and down. They were the center of the attention, and Marcy loved it.

At the mall they directly went towards the fetish shop John shopped at three days ago. There Marcy got everything she needed as a stripper, what she was going to be: a tiny latex g-string barely covering her testicles, a very short and tight latex skirt barely covering her string, latex overknee-boots with 6" heels, a tight leopard-printed top with hook and loop fastener on the back, velvet opera gloves and a thick golden neckring. The top was so tight, that Marcy's tits shape was perfectly visible. On the skirt her long hard cock set up a tent.

Fully dressed Marcy looked like a grotesque mix of fetishes: drag queen, shemale, giant tits, huge lips, latex-clothes. Just like the client wanted.