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The sequel to Adventures of Miss-Fortune, which has more feminizing action!
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Chapter #4

She stops you, "We don't have any outfi...

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"Although now I see you, I have to confess, it looks to be less of a concern than I thought."

Reaching behind the door, she turns back to you with a neatly folded bundle of clothes. She thrusts an cheerleader's outfit into your hands.

"You can change in my office." She points to a door, just in front of the changing rooms.

You want to ask her quite what she meant, but standing their with the neatly folded. Obediently, you trek into the office. Unfolding the bundle you see a simple pair of cotton panties have been placed in with the rest of the costume.

Holding it up in front of your body, it looks slightly too small. You pull at it, and find it quite resilient but also flexible. Perhaps it will fit after all.

While you are uncertain about needing the panties, you think it might be a test of some kind. They slide smoothly up your legs, and you step into the rest of the costume. Thankfully there isn't a bra to go with it. Running your fingers over the material, you find that it comes with some built in support.

You have to really pull hard to get your arms inside the sleeves, and slip it onto your shoulders. The stitching, pattern, and the built in support all combine to make it look, as if you have your own very modest bust.

You pick at it, trying to stop it pinching, and smooth out any wrinkles. Looking in the mirror, it's a convincing reflection you see. Your raven hair, looking just a little to short. Not sure why, you pout at your reflection, pose and primp.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a beautiful, blonde haired, emerald eyed beauty smile in amusement.

Instantly you whirl around to face her, excuses and jokes battle to be spoken. But, you find only your reflection, and your own reflection staring back, fear and embarrassment battling on your face. Quickly you snap your head left and right, but there's nobody else there, and nowhere else that look could have come from.
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