The obvious

It had been two days since Rebecca, Alice, and you had been fully infected. the sheriff returned to the department, working on her plan to increase Mistress's influence there. Alice went home with instructions to be as normal as possible while identifying a list of **** souls who could be seduced with low risk of exposure.

And you get to take the mayor. The Goddess truly has blessed you. You know that despite his apparent virtues, no distinguished, successful man is without ego. And no man's ego is immune to the seduction of a blonde teen bombshell. You select a black mini-dress you secretly got for the prom after party. With an inward chuckle you think that party will be far more fun than you had dared to hope before.

You slip on the dress, giving yourself a kiss in the mirror as you notice your slightly virus-swollen breasts are barely contained in the dress you bought for your untainted figure. Smiling, you decide the panties are a bit much and slide those out from under the dress, tossing the soaked garment in the trash. You won't be needing those cotton things anyway, especially not today. A light sweater protects your modesty, temporarily hiding your bulging cleavage until you can get the mayor alone.