His plan worked, atleast on the shorthand, "Now just to get away!"
He hopped over the punched Katie and tried to dash his way forward. A foot, three feet, five made, it didn't matter anyway. His knee was tugged back by a soft grip, the grip of silky now-ripped pantyhouse. "Wha?"
Extending out like an octopus were appendages of stockings and leggings hooking on, almost instantly making his legs into fine shapely feminine ones perfect for strutting. With all muscle of them stripped magically, he couldn't rip or pull away from the restrictive clothes. He still had the strength to rip at them but hardly got the chance, after the first tug a crowd of Katie's tackled him. His escape had fallen through just as swiftly as his assault.
