Sarah's Dress

"That's okay ma'am. I'll get him myself."
Jon cringes as he recognizes the voice of Sarah McMillan. He looks at Karyn, who glared back at him.
"Oh, I guess it's time for Sarah, huh?" Karyn huffs. She walks downstairs and out the back door before Sarah enters the house and walks to Jon's room.
"Hey sweetie," Sarah purrs. "I'd love to chat, but you're my dress, so move it. Oh wait, you can't." She giggles. Then she points her hand at Jon, who suddenly is totally paralyzed. He falls back on his bed, feeling his legs tingle as they merge into one. Then his hands shrink into his arms, which disappear into his shoulders. His "skirt" shortens to mid-thigh, while his skin turns a bright pink. Jon feels his dick lengthen and twist, and out of the corner of his eye he can see it become a pink bow on his waist.
Then his head shrinks into his chest, which enlarges at the nipples. Jon feels his body hollow out and flatten on his bed as pink lace grows on his "openings." Finally, his "chest" dips severely, and Jon knew he was now a "Sarah-grade" dress.
"Oh, you turned out PERFECT!" Squeals Sarah, who quickly undresses down to her bra and panties. She then slips Jon on, both to his disgust and erotic delight. He could smell her heavy perfume as well as "taste" her body in a way.
"Here we go," giggles Sarah as she exits your house into a red convertible with her other friends.