Fucking magic!

After the make-up was done, Emma had to admit she looked pretty damn good, with her red lipstick and dark blue eye shade. 'So now what?', she asked Victoria, and with a wicked smile, Vicky replied: 'You're gonna wear my fur!' 'I... I don't really know if I want to do that, Vick. You how I feel about that.' Vicky reassured her, saying: 'I know, I know. But it wouldn't hurt a fly if you would just try it on once, just for fun. I bought it, so technically you're not doing anything wrong.' 'Okay then, because you want me to try it on so badly', Emma replied hesitantly. Victoria clapped in her hands out of pure joy, and carefully took the coat from the mannequin. 'Now I want you to stand in front of the mirror and close your eyes.' 'Oh you're killing me', Emma said as she followed Vicky's orders and closed her eyes. Moments of silence passed. And in one fluent move, Victoria put the fur coat on Emma. The fur touching her hands, wrists neck an cheeks sent electric shocks all over her body, eliciting a gasp and a small moan from her lips. This didn't go by unnoticed to Victoria, who happily closed the monumentally immense coat by fastening it's European clasps. Victoria took a few steps back and said: 'You can open your eyes now sweety.' As Emma opened her eyes, she didn't recognize herself. No, here stood a different Emma, a changed Emma. She had become more than just Emma Watson. She had become a goddess, a true Fur Queen, and she loved every second of it.