Chapter #4Hide in the bathroom! by: Tight Fit
You get up as quickly as you can, your center of balance is completely off as you stumble on a pair of fluffy high heeled boots, and the massive fake breasts within your dress swing back and forth. The huge hat on your head pulls your head with its momentum, and you put a hand up to steady it. Jiggling and mincing to the bathroom, your dress swishes and sways, and you quickly close the door.
Looking in the mirror, you see a ridiculous caricature of a drag queen - you are wearing incredibly thick glittering pink makeup, massive false eyelashes, and your face is white with thick foundation, save for the pink blush on your cheeks. Your lips look like a thick piece of gummy candy, pink and full of sparkles. The amazing thing about your makeover is the fact it pales in comparison to the rest of your predicament - the fluffy fur poodle outfit is absolutely ridiculous. Everything has a pink fur trim - the massive collar squishes under your pretty made up face, with sits underneath the biggest pink fur hat you’ve ever seen. Pink hair spills out from under it, cascading around your fluffy outfit.
Whoever knocked at the door seems to have no interest in knocking again, and the room is silent save for the loud rustling of your crinolines. You decide you’ve looked silly long enough, and quickly pull the hat and wig from your head, and toss them on the floor. The zipper at the back of the dress opens easily, and you quickly slide the dress off your body and toss it in the shower. The boots come off next, along with the sheer tights, and finally the massive set of breastforms contained within a frilly pink bra. You splash some water and soap on your face and scrub as good as you can, pulling off your big thick false lashes - most of the makeup comes off, but there is still dashes of pink here and there, and the eyeliner has become a faded thick line. You sigh, thinking how embarrassing it’s going to be having to buy makeup remover from the drug store, and how much more embarrassing it’s going to be when you have to get a friend to bring you some clothes.
You leave the bathroom, and suddenly your right heel steps on something hard and tall. You stumble, and are assaulted with a barrage of sensations and sounds that catch you completely off guard. A wash of pink flies into your peripheral vision, and long hair slaps you across the face as you stumble to regain footing, and find your left heel has landed on something tall and firm as well.
Looking down, you see the familiar sight of the huge pink collar, pushed out over the huge set of breastforms contained within the dress. You jolt back with shock, the heavy breasts swaying back and forth, and your head is heavy and hot underneath the big fur hat once more. You stand wide eyed, looking over yourself in horror, and quickly mince your way back into the bathroom to get a look at yourself in the mirror.
Sure enough, you’re wearing the outfit again. Your makeup has somehow reapplied itself as well, and there is no evidence you’ve tried to remove any part of your feminine get up. You spin around and look in the tub, and see that the outfit is no longer there. Somehow, it managed to rematerialize on your body. You turn back and look at the fluffy pink poodle drag queen staring wide eyed at you in the mirror. Your hands dart around your body, feeling every part of the costume, pinching yourself to see if you’re still sleeping. You aren’t.
Glancing frantically around the room, you spy a small folder note resting on the lid of the toilet. Shaking with horror, you... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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