Inside the bag was a tiny red strip of cloth that James realized was a tight dress. There was a black bra that had some tight padding, and a skimpy black thong that had some odd padding in the front. At the bottom of the bag was a pair of black stiletto heels, easily four or five inches tall.
This is definitely going to be trouble. James realized.
He pulled on the tiny underwear, and was frustrated by how tight they clung to his female neither region. The thong slipped between his butt cheeks, making him feel like he had a bad wedgie, and held close to his shaven sex. I'm so not going to get used to that.
A banging on the door alerted him that the girls were waiting for him.
"Hurry up slut, we got things to do." Karen yelled through the door.
James struggled with the bra, eventually getting it clipped in the front, and spinning it around to the back. He had to adjust his boobs to fit into the cups. This bra pressed them together even more than the last one. The cleavage it created was deep, and it seemed to make his breasts seem even bigger than the C cup they were. The thick foam in the bottom of the bra held them up, creating a natural shelf on his chest.
Alright, focus James, you can get through this.
He pulled the dress over his head, and pulled it over his large breasts. He had to bounce and fight to get the tight material over his hips, and the dress seemed to end quite suddenly below his ass. The short red dress highlighted his young curves, and further exposed his cleavage.
He sat on the ground and pulled on the black heels, and clipped the strap around his ankle. He staggered to his feet, and felt the pressure on his legs. To keep from falling over, he had to suck in stomach, and pull back his shoulders. This pushed out his boobs, and he felt extraordinarily uncomfortable.
He looked in the mirror at the final product. Before him was a sluttily dressed, gorgeous female. She was painted like a high-class call girl, and was wearing a dress that just screamed sex. He dropped one hip and pouted, and the effect was mesmerizing. Becky had grown into a very beautiful woman.
Sheila ripped open the door and grabbed him by the arm
"Time to go Becks. Hot damn, you look good enough to eat! Look at that ass." She slapped his butt playfully, and laughed.
Amy looked him up and down slowly, like she was eyeing a piece of meat. Her smile was cold and cruel. Karen's eyes gleamed dangerously, and she said in a low tone,
"Time for your first Challenge Becky."
