I considered running away when I lookeddown and remembered what I was wearing. A giant pair of tits stickingout in front of me, the metallic balls of...my barbell piercingsshimmering in the rays of sunlight cast upon my bed. I played with mytongue ring as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, a stupid whiteheadband with a red cross in my messed up long, curly blonde hair. Awhite teddy across my body, these giant tits hanging from the cut-outsections in the front. I was dressed up like some. She had invited me to stay and I accepted, fearing if I got stopped by the cops driving home I would be in a world of trouble. I figured I would crash on her couch until I was sober enough to drive home. She insisted that I sleep in her bed. “Don’t be silly,” she had said. “That couch is uncomfortable.” I had followed her into the bedroom. The walls were pink and the furniture was pale oak. While she was in the bathroom I stripped to my shorts and climbed into bed. She came out wearing a. This was the gift Talon had given me at our departure: a set of clothes that could shift with me. The hair and tissue of many other Shape shifters went into the making of this outfit and I marveled that such a thing was possible. It sure as hell beat striping or ruining clothing.After making sure everything was straight and centered and my weapon was safely strapped to me chest under the jumpsuit, I shrugged into the harness Marcus held out to me and shifted.Immediately, my senses sharpened as. Not just a girl, a hot girl. I looked like a slut. "It's just missing something..." Laura said. With a gasp of excitement, she went into Karen's drawers and found me a pair of thick white tights and blue stiletto heels. I slid them over my legs and stumbled into the heels. I felt very self conscious walking back into the dining room dressed like this. They all said how pretty I looked and told me to pout so we could pose for pictures together. After the embarassment ebbed away I actually quite.