John stand up to go to the kitchen, He immediately feel rather strange; your shoulders and legs seem a bit exposed. Looking down, you realize the issue:He`s wearing a slinky, glittering red dress that, strangely enough, seems to fit you perfectly, barring the cleavage window clearly meant for cups in mind. There are slits all the way up to your thighs, showing off your legs, which seem to be absent of any hair, same with your arms.
Looking down to the hemline, you notice it stops at your ankles, and your feet are clad in towering, five-inch stiletto heels with platform soles that go up about an inch or so. Simple straps over your red-painted toes mean anyone who is interested has a full view of your feet,
"Okay... Okay John, this is all a...ust some crazy dream..." you mutter to yourself, running a hand through your hair; hair which appears to be much thicker and longer than before. Giving a shiver, you glance to the mirror in the hallway parallel to your current position. You see yourself clad in an outfit worthy of Jessica Rabbit, your hair now spilling down to your exposed back and framing your face. Your face is heavily made up, with a thick red lipstick which makes your lips seem quite pouty, smoky eye shadow that brings out the color of your eyes, eyelashes that are longer than they should be, and any roughness in your face smoothed over. Star-shaped earrings complete the picture.
You've become a crossdresser. A crossdresser that, oddly enough, is rocking a mysterious new outfit. And you stand there paralyzed, trembling, unsure of what to do about it.
What will happen now?
