"What do you mean?"
Sarah seemed briefly taken about, "Well... It seems a bit much."
"I was going through the drawers and it just... felt right. If that makes sense?" Jon said.
"Not unless the wish messed with your mind."
"It's possible."
"Well, we should get you dressed," Sarah replied as she spread out the options. Jon couldn't help but notice her lingering glances, but he also wasn't doing the same. Jon had always found Sarah attractive, even back in high school, when her bitchy nature negated that. Now, with her enhanced frame, Sarah quickly dressed and undressed Jon, her hands brushing over his strangely sensitive skin. Then she would stand back to appraise her wor, her eyes scouring Jon's body. It took everything in him not to squeeze his legs together in response to the warm emptiness there.
"That's it!" Sarah examined, shocking Jon out of the haze of his simmering arousal. Jon stiffly walked over to the mirror and had to bite back a gasp. He was hot. The wavey dark hair and exotic visage, yes, but the outfit. Sarah was truly gifted.
A loose red cardigan unbuttoned to show just a touch of cleavage and black lace of the corset. The sleeves were pushed up, and despite their loose nature, one could clearly see that Jon had great tits. The cardigan was half tucked into a tight black form-hugging leather skirt that went down to mid-thigh.
Sarah handed Jon a pair of red flats to finish the package. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah," Jon said as he slipped on the flats. "I look incredible."
"Now you'll really get to experience the party. Everyone will flock to you out of envy, intrigue, or attraction." Sarah dashed to the bathroom and returned with a tube of lipstick.
"I could have never imagined this happening," Jon said.
"Me neither. Now, hold still," Sarah commanded. Sarah grabbed his jaw--oh god--and uncapped the lipstick. A moment later a little thin layer of lipstick coated his lips.
"I think you're ready."
"I guess I am," Jon replied with growing confidence.
"Let's go then," Sarah said. Jon tried to follow Sarah to the door, but he stumbled with the tight skirt restricting his movements.
"God, I wish I could move properly in this body," Jon said, and the bracelet flashed. A wave of energy flashed through his muscles and nerves.
"Jon!" Sarah chided. Fuck! What had he done now?
