You struggle to sit up in the bed, the weight of the hat and huge fake breasts is making your abs work very hard within the tight confines of the poofy, fluffy outfit. The big pom poms swing around and smack you in the face as you manage to push yourself into a sitting position, and swing your nylon wrapped legs over the side of the bed. As you push yourself off the bed, you feel like you’re standing on an incredibly steep ramp as you’ve never worn heels before, and you quickly find yourself stumbling forward on the towering pink fur boots. You take one panicked step after another, desperately trying to find your footing on the carpet, before completely losing your balance and falling into the wall. Pink hair swings into your face as you keep yourself from dropping to the floor.
Someone knocks on the door again as you find your footing and stand up straight. The experience of dressing in drag hasn’t been one that you’ve explored during your lifetime, so you’re completely unprepared for the dozens of incredibly uncomfortable sensations that are now barraging your senses. From your perspective, pink fur and crinoline seems to swish and sway in every direction. Your chest jiggles with your panicked breaths, and it’s difficult to properly balance yourself on the crazy heeled fur boots that your feet are cramped inside of. A sweet smell fills your nostrils and seems to be coming from your lips and face, which feels like it’s covered in a thick layer of... oh crap.
There’s no way that you’re going to answer the door in this ridiculous ensemble, so you reach up to free yourself from the hot and heavy fur hat that’s swallowing your head. You pull at it, and are surprised to find it doesn’t come off in your hand. You pull again, and again the hat doesn’t move an inch. Both of your manicured hands grab a hold of the thick lush fur on both sides of your head and give a mighty yank, but you manage to do is jerk your head back and feel a sharp pain all around your scalp.
“What the...” you stammer, giving the hat a few more futile yanks. The knocking on the door fills you with urgency as you grab a hold of the huge thick collar and pull on it, finding it pulls back just as hard on your neck. The huge tits squish and bounce as you grab a hold of them through your dress, sending a painful and clinging sensation to your chest as you mash them around, trying fruitlessly to push them out of your dress, or pull them free from your body.
Another knock rings out on the door as your hands move to the skirt, ripping and pulling at the soft fabric in a useless attempt to tear it away from your body. You balance against the wall as you raise up a leg and try pulling the fluffy boot from your foot, but there is absolutely no give as you pull and pull at the sparkling pink fur. Even the white lacy tights won’t pick free from your legs, it’s almost like they’re a part of your skin now. You stomp your boots into the ground in frustration, and glance around the empty room, realizing that you aren’t at home any more. Aside from the bed and your embarrassing outfit, the room is completely barren; your clothes, wallet, and keys are nowhere to be found.
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