Sub-class The Fashionista selected
The voice said as there was a brief flash and the mannequins disappeared. Jon felt the clothing appear on her body and the purse pull her left shoulder down slightly as everything replaced the pillow she was hugging. The body of Sarah was still laying in the bed but now dressed in the red and black outfit the mannequin was wearing. The jeggings encasing her legs highlighted her thick thighs. The ruffled top hugged her chest while still covering her arms, but the fact that her shoulders were still bare felt rather alien to Jon. Her feet, still tangling in the silk sheets, were inside the heels.
Jon stumbled out of the oversized bed, in a confused stumble, just managed to avoid tripping on the heels that came with the outfit. "I didn't even select anything." She said as her body slipped into a subtle pose without her input.
In the corner of the room was a full-sized mirror, Jon could see herself in. The long golden hair was draped tastefully over her right shoulder. Those pink plump lips opened in confused surprise. Long lashes surrounding sapphire eyes that looked on her reflection in shock. She was Sarah McMillian. Or rather the idea of Sarah McMillian. Jon had more than one wet dream of the bitchy cheerleader, but the Sarah that looked back at her in the mirror was a post-photo-shopping Hollywood starlet version of her.
"What's going on?"
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"That not helpful," Jon said with a sigh and noticed her chest bounced with that little bit of motion.
"Can I change my outfit?"
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