In a blink of an eye, my clothes were gone. They simply vanished in a puff of smoke! I was completely exposed, but not for long. The lingering black mist of what used to be my dark clothes changed, turning white. As if it was alive, some of the mist coiled around me like a serpent. Montclair's arms waved in odd patterns and her face was strained. Whatever sorcery was going on, it was apparent that she was in complete control. The mist solidified into what appeared to be ladies' silk underthings, but they were on me.
A corset squeezed my middle, creating a womanly shape out of my form. My own flesh was pushed into the cups that were meant to hold a woman's breasts which created a startling illusion that I had breasts of my own.
Again the mist changed, this time from white to pink. I was fully engulfed and, like before, the mist turned solid. This time, however, it left me wearing a pink gown and heels along with a band placed on my unruly hair. With one more gesture, I felt a weight appear on my face which I guessed was makeup and my hair rearrange itself. |