The Formal Gown

At least the formal gown was just a gown, not some ickily sexual uniform. She quickly stepped into it and slid it up her body. It was strapless and snug, and showed a lot of cleavage. The cups hugging her breasts just barely covered her nipples. There was a complex mesh of lacing on the gown's lower back, which signified that the gown had a built in corset. The gown went down to the middle of her calves, but there was a slit up one side that came all the way up to her hip bone. "So much for this being less revealing" she muttered.

"Ma'am?" the voice called. "Shit" Mary said as she plopped down to pull the boots on. She was able to get both of the boots pulled on and stand wobbily up on the needle thin heels, when the door opened. The man looking down took one look at her and asked: "You a hooker?" Mary quelled her rage and pasted on a phony smile. "No, no. I got lost on the way to a party." The man looked unconvinced. "Well, you shouldn't be down here, it ain't safe. This building is scheduled for demolition next week. I should know" he said, pointing to himself cheerfully. "I'm on the crew". "Oh" Mary said, feigning interest," I'll be going then." She started for the door.

"Ain't you going to bring the rest of your...costume there?" The man was pointing to the mannequin where Mary had gotten the gown. The leather gloves and choker remained. "Looks expensive, is all." the man said, noting the strange expression the woman now had. "...Thanks" Mary said, smiling again. " I almost forgot them."
She absently pulled the gloves on, glad her back was to the meddlesome man. The real reason for the change in her expression was that the other mannequins and their outfits were gone.

Mary couldn't find a clasp on the choker. She turned to the man to say something but froze as it started moving. Her wide blue eyes met the man's own frightened expression. It was the first genuine expression she'd shown him. The choker slithered up her arm to her shoulder, and climbed onto her head. It worked it's way down her face before settling snugly around her throat. Though she had no way of knowing, the choker had styled her hair and applied crimson lipstick and heavy eye makeup on it's way down her face. She struggled with the choker fruitlessly for a moment, then ran past the gaping man to the street. Mary looked around, tears in her eyes, trying to get her bearings.

Then a new problem presented itself.