Sarah and Elizabeth had dressed to go out for the evening. they both looked great. Dr. Moriarty injected gas into the room and they were out in a very short time. They wouldn't be in the lab for long.
When they woke up, Sarah was the first to notice something was wrong. Her shoulders felt naked. Looking down she saw what she was wearing and she freaked. She wore a very pretty strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and empire waist that framed her magnificent breasts perfectly. She disguised her height with a knee length skirt. Her hair showed the time she spent in the salon chair getting the cut and style just right for her face. Makeup was applied to bring out her eyes. She capped everything off with accessories and shoes with a three inch heel. She was just stunning. But looking down at herself she started to scream.
Elizabeth came into the room and she saw what was wrong. "What was Sarah doing wearing those clothes she looked like a faggot," she thought. Sarah saw Elizabeth when she entered the room.
"What has happened to us?" Sarah said.
While it was clearly plain what had happened to Sarah, she was wearing a dress and everything else that went with it. Sarah saying 'us' instead of me made Elizabeth look down at herself. She was wearing a gorgeous peppermint colored thigh length dress with short sleeves. Elizabeth was 'short' but she had relatively long and shapely legs and her dress was designed to showcase them. Just like Sarah's dress was designed to showcase her breasts. This was done to great effect since Elizabeth wore heels that were slightly higher than Sarah's. Elizabeth's makeup was also expertly applied to high light her best asset (her lips) and diminish any flaws she had.
Looking down, Elizabeth screamed too. "What are we wearing?" Elizabeth yelled.
"I don't know. We can't go out like this."
The pair looked through they closets and drawers for something to wear. All they found was the clothes they had come to the hotel with. (Although anything even slightly unisex was removed.) The gorgeous creatures couldn't find anything to wear. Even though they knew they were women, everything that they saw in their closets made they think they would look 'like faggots' and they couldn't couldn't be seen like that.
"I looked everywhere, I can't find a single thing I can wear," the exasperated Elizabeth said.
"I can't find anything either. I can't even find a nice pair of white socks to wear. All I see is hose and tights."
"Maybe we can wear the tights instead of socks?"
"That might be OK if I could find regular jeans. But all I see if capri length jeans that'll draw attention to the tights or worse, daisy dukes shorts. There anything any shoes I can wear with. There are flats but we will look as gay as..." She couldn't come up with a good simile so she just continued, "as if anyone saw us in them."
"I know they really aren't any better than the heels."
The girls were distraught. They didn't know what to do. They couldn't let anyone see them like this. They couldn't even leave the room to buy the clothing they would feel comfortable in.
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