You look around the food court and notice a girl that looks to be in her mid 20s. She last long dirty blonde hair that flows down past her shoulders, an athletic build with great legs, and tight, peach-shaped ass, and d cups breasts that fit her body in a perfectly proportional way. She was walking with two friends, heading into a store and take aim. As you press the button, you feel the world spin around you as you come to and notice that you're walking into the store with her friends. You turn back and notice that your body has continued about its day as if normal, so you spin the corner to see a mirror. Sure enough, your face is framed by her long hair and beautiful body, as her friend runs up from behind you.
"You really should try this dress on Irene! It would look great on you" You turn to see that your friend has returned with something you could only truly believe to be lingerie, it was shimmering silver that left little to the imagination. Realizing your opportunity, you took the dress and headed into a changing room. As you begin to slip off your yoga pants, you realize how soft and delicate your skin is.
"These shows would go great with that dress" Your friend says, sliding a pair of bare tan heels under the door. As you slide off your top, your breasts flop out, covered only by a lace bra. As you take a full gaze in the mirror before sliding the dress on, you think to yourself that this must be the greatest dream ever. You fondle yourself delicately, rubbing your skin and tasseling your hair, making faces in the mirror while striking poses. The thought of doing this before was insane, but with this perfect body it's truly irresistible. You slide the dress on and strap in the heels. As you wobble, you pause and think calmly, as your body takes over and you begin to strut on the heels like natural.
"Now this is a treat" you say aloud to yourself, squeezing your breasts once the dress is on, and stepping out into the hallway. "How do I look girls??" You say as you place a hand on your hip and stick your other arm out. You notice your well manicured nails and as your friends respond, you strut up and down the hallway.
"You look gorgeous sweetie! You're going to look great for our formal tonight!"
Formal?? You think to yourself, assuming that these girls must be sorority girls of some kind. "Yeah, Marcus isn't going to know what hit him" Your friend says. Oh boy, you should have assumed a girl this stunning has a boy, but you begin to feel your nipples harden and you feel warm inside as they say his name. You return to the dressing room, overcome with these feelings but terrified with what to do next. As you slip into your other clothes and checkout, you all head home.
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