Inside the closet was, to her relief, her normal prudish clothes. For a moment, she had a weird feeling that her outfits might have been replaced, but no, everything was completely fine. Well, except for the scandalous nightgown that she had woken up in.
She quickly took off the babydoll, momentarily wincing at the equally-scandalous half-cup lacy bra and thong panties that were under the nightie, then grabbed something more appropriate from the closet, putting it on before anyone came into the room, like perhaps her husband Roger, or her daughter Nadine.
But after putting on the high-necked long-sleeved white blouse, ankle-length gray skirt, and flats, something strange happened. She felt a tingling sensation along her skin that didn't really feel like anything she had ever felt before.
And then something shocking happened. She could do nothing but watch as the clothing she had put on began to change. The blouse became short-sleeved, then got smaller and smaller, until it was nothing but a small and tight, white, bare-midriff tank top. And her skirt shrank and didn't stop shrinking until it was a gray micro miniskirt. If she bent over, someone could easily see her underwear and a good deal of her butt! And then her flats changed, becoming a pair of clear plastic 5-inch stripper heels.
"No, no, no!" she whispered loudly, seeing herself in the bedroom mirror. What was happening? She put on one of her outfits and it turned into a slutty version of itself.
She quickly took off the provocative clothing, then put on one of her other outfits. But the same thing happened to that outfit as well. Her eyes went wide, realizing that whatever she put on would become a slutty version of whatever it was. How was she supposed to leave the house? She couldn't go out naked. Although, one of these slutty outfits was just as bad. What if someone saw her? How could she explain this? She couldn't even explain it to herself.
Why was all this horrible stuff happening to her?
