She is proud.

"Proud? What if someone sees me like that?"

"What if? Is it right? What do they say? There's no one but you there, silly. If someone shows up, you can act as you're used to. Here and now, enjoy yourself. Your outfit was made with this one intention. Be grateful for it and bear the dress with pride!"

Jen slowly straightened her shoulders. Her breasts happily stuck outwards. Their latex cups supported them greatly, and yet nipples were still very prominent through it for some reason as part of the design.

"I have great boobies. They're even greater when they're all shiny... Why would I not be proud of them, for fuck's sake?"

"Smooth. Soft. Majestic. Touch them."

The girl grabbed them with her whole palm. It soon became warm there, and warm it was down around the resident of her vagina. This dress was truly worthy of a fetish queen, and she would not hesitate to take that title!

"If you're a queen, where's your crown?"

Jen gasped and reached to the top shelf of the wardrobe she was still standing by. She just knew that it would be the place for her next accessory. Her hands returned from up there with a white tiara with shiny diamonds all over it.

"It has to be so expensive! And I'm all worthy of it!" — she immediately put it onto her forehead. When she set it there properly and removed her hands, something very sharp and very thin shot out of it, passed through her hair with ease and invaded Jen's head. It was slightly painful at the first moment, but then the neurons just turned off the alarm and there was no more discommfort, just like there was no physical possibility to take the tiara off after such invasive installation.

Jen felt a bit dizzy. Very dizzy, actually. After a few seconds she was aware of her position in her surrounding space again, but something was clearly different.

"What do we have here..." — came out of her mouth. But she did not say this!

"What's going on?"

"Ah, don't worry, sweetheart, just a tiny insignificant replacement. It seems that I control your body now, and you're nothing but a buzz in my head." — Jen saw herself try out a few seductive poses before looking back into the wardrobe. {If Insanity > 79}She never had this passion in her movements in her entire life. Was her other side going to become a better Jen than she was?

"I... I wish you luck with my body."

"Why thank you! I'll need it to turn it into an optimal pleasure machine. And you can sit, watch and feel every part of it if you'd like." — the voice said. Sweet triumph could be heard in each word.

"...oh. I'll consider your offer."

"The alternative is that I purge you the hell out of your own body, so don't overthink it. Teehee."

{else}She was not sure whether her body was really in worthy hands, but she was definitely mad for being reduced to an inner voice herself.

"What trickery is this?"

"I don't know. I don't care! I'm Jen now!"

"Come on, give it back. You don't know what you're doing." — the girl said firmly.

"Of course I know, silly! I'm going to make a dream life for you. You will be a 24/7 generator of pleasure. If you keep trying to stop me from giving you your eternal happiness, I'll just purge you into nothing. Trust me, I can do that."{endif}