This choice: Run out of the hotel and head home! • Go Back...Chapter #6Run out of the hotel and head home! by: Tight Fit   You quickly stumble out the door of your room and make your way to the stairwell in the hopes that no one will see you dressed like this. The stairs are tricky to navigate in your sky high heels, and you nearly slip and fall numerous times before you finally reach the ground floor. You sneak out the exit and head down the alley, avoiding the main road and the inevitable humiliation that would come from walking down it. Once you’re outside, you quickly recognize the hotel - it’s downtown near the club district, which would make sense because that was the last place you remembered being. Whoever trapped you in this outfit would’ve been able to easily lure you back here and do whatever bizarre magic they needed to in order to keep the outfit on your body. Now that you know the way home and out of the public eye, you breath a small sigh of relief.
The calm night air amplifies the sound of your clicking heels, which sends a jolt of embarrassment into your jiggling and swaying chest. Each time you pass under a light in the alley, the feminine proportions of your outfit as well as your huge hat cast a ridiculous shadow in front of you. It doesn’t matter where you look, some part of the outfit makes its way into your vision, and the endless jiggling of your breasts, swishing of your crinolines and soft licks of fur against your face are constant reminders of how screwed you are if you can’t find a way out of this FAST. You give a quick tug at your hat again, and find it has no intention of leaving your head.
You reach the end of the alley and are on a dark side street, with the main road to your left and the way home to your right. As you turn to the right, you feel your body go stiff and freeze. You gasp in shock, and struggle to move but are completely immobilized. You aren’t paralyzed though, it seems that the outfit has stopped you from heading home, and suddenly turns you around and forces you to walk back toward the main road. Your breathing quickens as your blood runs cold with horror. “No... no no no no....” you gasp, and you quickly flex every muscle in your body as tight as you can, which slows the outfits pace. You clench harder, and the outfit struggles against you, and you’re stuck in place for a few moments while your dress and breasts sway and bounce with the struggle. You feel that you’re almost able to turn around when the outfit easily overpowers you and begins quickly strutting its way toward the main road, it begins shaking your hips back and forth in an exaggerated way, almost like it was walking the catwalk at Fashion Week. You try to look away from the crowd that you’re now strutting toward, but the outfit forces you to stand up straight and stick your big fake breasts out, and moves your arms in rhythm to your feet. Each click of your heel is now an icy cold dagger in your chest, as you know there’s no escaping what’s about to happen. The outfit almost seems a little smug in its movements, as if it was toying with you and making you believe you could overpower it. The big fur cuffs force your hands up to your hat and the fake nails make you feel the softness of the fur, and they run your hands through your pink hand and flip a bit of it out of the way dramatically.
The outfit is making you act as much like a drag queen as it can, and you are absolutely oozing fabulousness right now. You finally reach the crowd and strut your way through, and the outfit turns you to face everyone and makes you strike a pose - one leg out, a hand on your hip, chest stuck out. Everyone goes absolutely silent.
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