Morgan chooses Snow White...but there is a twist!

Morgan walked the strip next to their hotel. It was off a main street so there were tons of shops and places to visit and look. She found plenty of "adult" themed Disney dresses. Nothing really caught her eye. She was surprised by all the street peddlers. As she neared one mile from the hotel, she was pretty sure it was time to turn around and go home. However, she was startled when one of the street peddlers, an older looking women, dressed in strange clothes approached her out of no where.

"Hello Miss. Are you looking for the right outfit tonight?" She smiled at Morgan.

Morgan was a little off-put by the old lady. She was dressed in what could only be described as stereotypical gypsy garb. "Sort of," Morgan answered.

The lady nodded, "I have many interesting costumes your boyfriend may like." She seemed to stare directly past Morgan, almost through her eyes when she said this.

Morgan was taken aback by the comment, "How did you know...."

The old lady motioned for Morgan to follow, "It was easy to guess by the look on your face," the lady responded. She waved her hand towards a back alley.

Morgan was thinking about leaving, but something inside her told her to follow. She walked slowly down the dark alley. She must have looked strange, such a beauty walking with such a troll of a woman. She laughed thinking that's probably what people thought when they saw her with Bill. But she perseonally thought he was a cutie.

The lady stopped infront of an indescript door. The door creaked open, and Morgan followed the woman in. She was surprised by the inside. It was a humongous store, with what appeared to be hundreds of costumes hanging from the walls. "How do you hide this place?" She asked.

"I bring the right people back here." The lady pointed to the disney themed costumes. "You want something disney, no?" She asked. "Something sexy?" She asked with a wry smile.

How could this lady know that. Morgan was nervous, "Yeah, I did."

"I have plenty of costumes your boyfriend will love." She began thumbing through the rack. "How about Cinderella?" She pulled out a large blue dress that looked somewhat skimpy for disney. "Or Princess Jasmine from Aladdin?" Morgan looked over the dresses and shook her head. They just weren't right. Then a blue top caught her eye. The lady smiled, "I should have known." She pulled out the top. "Snow White," she said putting over Morgan's chest to make sure it was the right size, "for the fairest of them all!" She laughed.

Morgan's eyes lit up. It was a sexy lycra top. It was perfect. "Do you have any..."

The lady again seemed to sense what Morgan wanted, "A nice skirt to go with it?" The lady pulled out a small yellow ruffled skirt. It was short, even for the skirts Morgan often wore for Bill. It would be barely above her ass. And it was perfect. Morgan took the two pieces, "I'd offer you some stockings and heels, but I know you have your own in mind."

Morgan's jaw dropped. She did, in fact, have her own silver strap heels which Bill loved in mind. How could this woman know all these things. "How much," was all Morgan could ask.

The lady moved behind a large counter. "Let's see. Twenty for the top," she rang it up on an old machine, "and twenty for the skirt."

"Only forty," Morgan said pulling out her pocket book. She handed the woman the money, delighted it hadn't cost much. She watched as the lady placed the items in the bag. Morgan reached for the bag.

The lady stopped, "I have something else you might like." The lady reached down under the counter and pulled out a small vial. "It's a special elixir for couples such as yourself."

Morgan shook her head, "No thanks," she reached for the bag. Taking some sort of **** from a women was insane to say the least.

The lady persisted. "But it's all natural." She smiled warmly at Morgan, "I would not sell you something to harm you."

The lady's demeanor seemed to work on Morgan's paranoia. "What's in it?"

The lady's smile grew ten-fold. "It will make your love making ten times more amazing!"

Morgan couldn't believe herself, as she payed the women another twenty dollars and placed the vial in the bag. s she walked out to leave the lady called to her. "One more thing," the lady pulled out a small red headband to top off the piece.

Morgan shook her head, "I think I have enough."

Again the woman insisted. "It free," she said placing it in Morgan's hand. "For the truly fairest of them all." As Morgan walked out the lady laughed and told her, "just be sure to do what you promised to him and enjoy yourself." Morgan found the comment strange.

After another twenty minutes, Morgan got back to the hotel room. She thought long and hard about the last comment. She walked in to find Bill was sitting on the bed drinking. "What you got there mister," she asked.

"What you got in the bag?" He retorted, trying to reach for it.

Morgan pulled the bag away. "I'll let you know soon." She walked over to the table and saw a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of cranberry juice. "Awwww." She cooed, pouring herself a drink in a glass. "You got my favorite." Apparently, Bill had gone out and bought ****. Morgan had a great idea, and pulled out the small vial.

Bill had a quizical look upon his face. "What's that?" He watched her pour some in her own drink, and then she poured some in his.

"It's a special gypsy sex elixir," she took a big swig, and coughed. It tasted terrible. Despite the taste, they both downed the drinks. Even after another drink, they felt nothing. "Guess it's shitty." Morgan said. "Oh well," she picked up her bag. "You ready to fuck the 'fairest of them all' in the ass." She smiled walking to the bathroom. Bill was exstatic at the hint. Fucking Snow White was gonna be awesome. The last thing he remembered was watching her go into the bathroom, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Morgan stripped out of the clothes she wore all day. She pulled up the skirt over her long sexy legs. It barely covered her small tight ass. Next, she pulled on the lycra blue top. She looked herself over in the mirror. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, whose the fairest of them all," she joked. She looked hot. The top hugged her tight firm tits. She pulled out the headband and put it through her hair. A large red bow was on top of her head. She applied make-up to finish the effect, with bright red lipstick to boot. The final touch where Bill's favorite grey strap heels. She did another once over in the mirror, "I looking fucking hot tonight!" She thought to herself. Her long legs looked utterly amazing. Morgan took a final swig of her drink and reached for the door knob. "Are you ready babe," she called out as she walked through.

She was horrified to find that she walked right into what seemed like a forest. Where the fuck did the hotel room go. Panic set in as she realized the lady must have given her acid. She began to breathe heavy, and turned back towards the bathroom door. There was no door. Only more forest. What was she to do now?