Cameron's hands roamed over his body... or should that be her body? The disguise felt completely convincing. The hysteria rose up, as he returned for the something else to wear... something else to complete the change. With his old familiar face above the torso that screamed out womanly curves in a deafening scream. Cameron couldn't ignore the sumptuou bust that over-filled the cups of the corset.
His hands roamed over the stiff surface of the corset before heading south. Again confirming what he'd feared. Brushing back and forth Cameron hunted for some trace of his cock. To hunt and find it. Surely it was tucked away, or caught in the tight confines of the corset.
But his hands found no trace. Cameron's mind fought against the idea that he was truly half-sexed just now... The only explanation of magic, or a curse still made his head pound. But his scrawny, hairy male legs poked out the bottom of the corset, just as jarring as the head above it.
A desperate measure struck him. A thrill raced up and down Cameron's spine, as he slid the stocking up his legs. Whether it was wise, good, or bad... it seemed to be working. Cameron could feel the difference, and see it too. Once covered those hairs seemed to disappear entirely. Even his legs were transformed, with a softened, smoothed layer that gave them a womanly air.
Clipping them into place, Cameron only felt more wrong, and more right. Taking in his body in the full length mirror, the reflection was troubling. Hunting through the box, he wasn't sure what he was looking for. Until, his fingers discovered it. Plucking it out, and holding it high, Cameron held a wig in his oustretched hand.
Turning it this way then that, he found the front. Smoothing his own short hair back, and out the way was easy. Sliding the wig into place, was second nature.
It just felt right, as Cameron let it settle into place. With a careless flick, he brushed aside a couple of stray locks of hair. This time, when he looked in the mirror, Cameron was a woman, every inch of her female.
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Knowing it was a fruitless task, she... yes, she tried to take off the corset once again. The vague hope that the disguise needed to be completed before it could be reversed or removed was always faint. Her fingers scrabbled, as she hunted for some way to release herself from this most feminine of prisons. However, it was futile.
Feeling exposed, she put on her old familiar shirt. A simple white one, suitable for any purpose. As she slid it onto her shoulders, she knew it had changed just like her body. It was now a short-sleeved blouse, and too tight to close.
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