She tries for a shower

"You've got to look your best when you're as rich as I'm about to be" she said, trying to regain her confidence. All she had to do was withdraw the money. After she was out of the country she could hire a team of voodoo witch doctors to help her, if need be.

But the bank could be tricky dressed as she was, so she decided to try and make herself a little more presentable. She headed to the restroom, flicked on the light, and took in her reflection. She hadn't noticed before, but makeup had been applied to her face and her hair appeared to have been styled.

She tried to deny it, but she felt herself getting wet over her own reflection. Her hourglass curves, the heaving cleavage, the crimson lips. She had been turned into a sexual creature. "Not for long" she said, interrupting her disturbing train of thought.

She soaked a wash rag in the sink and began scrubbing her face to wash off the makeup, but she had a sinking feeling in her gut. Just as she'd feared, the makeup was undamaged. She was branded a harlot. "No matter," she said, grinding her teeth.

She stepped into the shower as naked as she would ever be again, she feared, and turned on the water. It was strange showering clothed, but she managed the best that she could. She noticed that water pooled in her cleavage until it overflowed. The dress's grip on her was watertight.

She lathered all the skin she could get to, washed her hair, and than scrubbed the dress for good measure. She dried off and began thinking of ways to go about collecting her money, but before she could come up with anything was **** to masturbate again. It seemed the dress wouldn't let her stay clean for long.

"I'll wear perfume than" Mary defiantly declared. "I'm going to get my money."