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You and your new mistress set off on your trip through various womens` clothing stores. "I think I have just the outfit in mind for you," she whispers seductively in your right ear.
First, she picks out a set of large gold hoop earrings, like something you`ve seen Hispanic girls wear. When the brunette transformed you, she also gave you pierced ears. "I can`t have a girl without pierced ears, now, can I?" the brunette says teasingly to you.
Next, the brunette has you try on a pair of brown heels made to look sort of like little ladies` boots. As you try the shoes on, you prance back and forth delightfully as if you are a model on a runway.
The brunette saves what she calls the "best part" for last. She takes you into a store called "Ladies` Night," which is filled with various womens` garments for evening wear. She escorts you into a dressing room and orders you to "stay put like a good little dolly" while she goes and picks out something for you to try on. About ten minutes later, she returns with a very short, rather suggestive strapless prom dress. The bodice of the dress is covered with a leopard print with a red sash around the midsection. The dress has a short multi-layered taffeta skirt with shades of light and dark brown that match with your brown heels perfectly.
"Take your clothes off, Cynthia," the brunette orders you. A thoughtful look comes across her face for a second. "By the way, do NOT look at yourself in the mirror until I allow it. I want you to wait until we`re done so you can get the full effect all at once."
"Yes, mistress!" you reply obediently and eagerly. The device that the brunette took from you still has you firmly under its control and is currently tucked under her left arm. You slip off the white blouse, the red pleated skirt, and the white stockings that the brunette changed your old male clothes into earlier. With the brunette`s help, you carefully step into the prom dress and pull it up your sexy smooth female body. The dress is a perfect fit for you. Something about the feeling of your long hair falling over your now bare shoulders and the multi-layered skirt of the dress rubbing against your thighs is actually very pleasant and calming.
"I`m going to make some adjustments to your hair color and length so it matches your outfit," the brunette informs you as she presses some buttons on the device. You feel a sensation on your head for a moment as her commands are carried out. Your new brown heels are put back on your dainty feet. The new gold hoop earrings are put back on you as well. The brunette makes adjustments to your makeup using the device and places a gold-brown colored bracelet on your left wrist. After she zips up the back of your dress, she tells you that you are allowed to look in the mirror. What you see makes your jaw drop.
Your hair is now longer and has turned from blonde to more of a brunette color similar to that of your new mistress` hair. Your eyebrows are perfectly plucked, and you are wearing light brown eye shadow. Light-colored pink lipstick decorates your luscious lips. Your eyes move from your bare shoulders shoulders down to your cleavage covered by the leopard-print bodice and down to your petite waistline. You run your hand over the taffeta skirt, relishing in the soft feel of it and letting your mind drift on a soft feminine cloud. Looking at your legs, you think to yourself that those are among the smoothest and sexiest that you`ve ever seen. The boot heels finish off your outfit very nicely. No trace of maleness is left at all . . . you are ALL GIRL. And you are giddy about it.
"Oh, mistress! I`m so beautiful!" you gush. "I am so lucky to be a girl! Thank you!"
"Not at all, my sweet dolly," she replies with a wicked smile. "I`m glad that my device has made you see things the way I want you to see them."
"Will we be going somewhere, mistress? Somewhere where I can show myself off?" You fold your hands together and smile playfully and flirtatiously. "Maybe meet some cute guys?"
"Or girls, Cynthia," the mistress corrects you. "Guys or girls. I want you to be . . . open to both possibilities."
"Yes, mistress, of course," you reply. Your insides are churning, unable to believe what you`re hearing yourself saying, but powerless to do anything about it.
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