An hour or so passed and still I was standing as rigid as a statue, while Madame Tracy twirled around me as she hummed to herself. My neck was growing stiff, and there was an impossible itch on the tip of my nose, but I dared not move while she did her work.
“And then this goes here,” she muttered, “and we can pull this to the side so it doesn’t cover your chest.”
I sighed as she finally moved back from assaulting my body, all in the name of fitting a dress. However, as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the absolutely stunning woman staring back at me in the mirror, I gasped.
She looked ravishing; I looked ravishing. And I could not believe how I went from looking like a sack of potatoes to looking like a hot and very attractive woman.
I was dressed in a billowing off-shoulder ball go
