gossamer evening gown

Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 29.87. [111.6000 / 100.00 TF energy] Finally, those lazy hands have returned to finish what they have started. It is so difficult to find the staff these days... Always failing to clean the silverware, or dust the shelves, or even turning their mistress into the beautiful gown that her own mistress so desires. The ball will be perfect, her hair is in an elaborate up do, her face expertly painted, her expensive jewelry and of course, your own gossamer perfection. One of the hands picks you up by your spaghetti straps, your silk back descending to the waist level as the last of your phantom collapses, the outline of breasts and hips fading away, leaving you flat on the floor. Your head is the last to go, sinking and widening into a large gap for your mistress, becoming the crisscrossing straps to hold you in place. The last sight you see is your mistress standing over you with her servants, holding a tag labeled... at just the right price... (100%)
You have been fully transformed into a Gossamer Evening Gown! 1 minutes ago
Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 29.87. [99.2000 / 100.00 TF energy] The visions fade, a dizzy spell momentarily confusing you to the sensations above. You’re still being suspended by the magical arms, but they feel off. You hope they haven’t damaged any of your jewelry, otherwise you will have a great deal to tell your husband when you get home, so that he can punish this ruffian and their dirty little hands. You glance up at the two pink arms holding thin, black straps where your arms should be. There is no way that those straps.., arms.., could support your weight, so thin and delicate as they are. You twist and writhe, your entire body shifting with the slightest movement; everything feels so light now, so thin. The hands comply, dropping you to the floor as requested with your struggles. The fluttering sensation of falling so slowly is stomach-heaving. Having lost all sensation, your legs rest bonelessly underneath you. You can see their beautiful skin and your expensive heels, but the hands quickly descend on them like ravenous vultures to a carcass. An expensive carcass, those shoes cost hundreds! Strange feelings and sensations return to your legs, too light and too spread out to be natural. As one hand pulls away slightly you catch a glimpse of pink silk. Fearing the worst, you try to prop yourself up on your arms, succeeding at nothing having forgotten they were straps now lying limply on the floor, innanely wiggling underneath you. Finally, their work done, the arms float up and hold themselves above you, as if reviewing their handiwork. You’re also interested in knowing what they have done, but for very different reasons. You bend your head upwards and are greeted by the sight of two folds of silk, a front and rear square cut section to cover your privates and little else, two slits up the sides for your owner's legs to offer tantalising glimpses. Speaking of privates, you can’t feel the rest of your body, but you can see it filling out the dress... your... skin, can’t you? As if responding to your chain of thought one of the hands floats down and lifts your front flap, revealing a distinct lack of body underneath. You open your mouth to scream, but a hand clamps over it, another pressing its finger to your forehead. “At least I am still expensive and beautiful,” you murmur aloud, forgetting what the trouble was. Perhaps it is because you aren’t finished, still only half a dress and half a woman.. (99.200%) 1 minutes ago
Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Critical hit! Her spell lowered your willpower by 59.74. [86.8000 / 100.00 TF energy] The visions fade, a dizzy spell momentarily confusing you to the sensations above. You’re still being suspended by the magical arms, but they feel off. You hope they haven’t damaged any of your jewelry, otherwise you will have a great deal to tell your husband when you get home, so that he can punish this ruffian and their dirty little hands. You glance up at the two pink arms holding thin, black straps where your arms should be. There is no way that those straps.., arms.., could support your weight, so thin and delicate as they are. You twist and writhe, your entire body shifting with the slightest movement; everything feels so light now, so thin. The hands comply, dropping you to the floor as requested with your struggles. The fluttering sensation of falling so slowly is stomach-heaving. Having lost all sensation, your legs rest bonelessly underneath you. You can see their beautiful skin and your expensive heels, but the hands quickly descend on them like ravenous vultures to a carcass. An expensive carcass, those shoes cost hundreds! Strange feelings and sensations return to your legs, too light and too spread out to be natural. As one hand pulls away slightly you catch a glimpse of pink silk. Fearing the worst, you try to prop yourself up on your arms, succeeding at nothing having forgotten they were straps now lying limply on the floor, innanely wiggling underneath you. Finally, their work done, the arms float up and hold themselves above you, as if reviewing their handiwork. You’re also interested in knowing what they have done, but for very different reasons. You bend your head upwards and are greeted by the sight of two folds of silk, a front and rear square cut section to cover your privates and little else, two slits up the sides for your owner's legs to offer tantalising glimpses. Speaking of privates, you can’t feel the rest of your body, but you can see it filling out the dress... your... skin, can’t you? As if responding to your chain of thought one of the hands floats down and lifts your front flap, revealing a distinct lack of body underneath. You open your mouth to scream, but a hand clamps over it, another pressing its finger to your forehead. “At least I am still expensive and beautiful,” you murmur aloud, forgetting what the trouble was. Perhaps it is because you aren’t finished, still only half a dress and half a woman.. (86.800%) 1 minutes ago
Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Critical hit! Her spell lowered your willpower by 59.74. [62.0000 / 100.00 TF energy] Expensive clothing in place, everything seems to be ready for you, an almost casual appearance for your commonly elaborate dresses and petticoats, but today you felt like wearing this delightfully revealing little dress. It's the perfect evening gown for receiving your guests to your large home... or your husband in the bedroom, as light and easily removed as it is. Some would be surprised by how much the silk gown costs, but of course those poor little darlings wouldn’t know a thing about fashion and branding. You can picture it now: The perfect evening in your wide hall, designed for large gatherings and balls, hosted especially to (display to) your friends and neighbours, “Look what we can afford. Bask in our hospitality, feel the mild pity we give you and the jealousy it inspires. We know.”
You run your hands down the dress, smoothing its front against your lithe body, which is proudly on display in the dress's tight fit. Those two odd little hands return, but you wave your own at them in a shooing gesture, “I do not require your services. Leave me.” But either they did not hear (how can they?) or they did not care as both phantom limbs grasp your arms by the wrists, squashing your expensive bracelets against your delicate skin. “Unhand me!” You cry as they begin to drag you forward, and another pink arm rises up to your head and worming its way through. The visions of the ball return, seemingly the same as before; a beautiful woman in a pink evening gown, revealing and suggestive to all of her guests. You feel so light as you glide through the hall, greeting guests and acting as the beautiful wife to your far-more-important husband, his quiet and attractive eye candy that exists to be wrapped around his arm... It seems somehow wrong, however. The beautiful part is correct, and the woman is also true. You can feel every curve, every movement... (62.00%) 1 minutes ago
Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 29.87. [37.2000 / 100.00 TF energy] The magical arms slip over to you once again, now tinged with a slight pink hue just beneath the grey exterior, as if another magical spell was growing beneath the first. They wrap around your waist and make short work of it once again, or should that be small work, now so thin a large man could easily wrap his hands around them, or preferably his arm whilst you stand at his side as the perfect little wife... What was that, and where did it come from? You shake your head, only to moan wantonly as your hips expand into wide and womanly hips, perfect for giving birth or for a husband to wrap his hands around...
One of the hands runs over your well-rounded rear whilst the other slowly floats upwards, facing you. “Thank you...?” You feel a tad silly for talking to the phantom, but your lower half looks so much more divine now. You hadn’t expected a reply from the arm, but the hand suddenly moving forwards and entering your mind was unexpected, to say the least. It feels... cold, the invading appendage gripping your mind before fading away. Did it change anything? You glance down to see the same wide hips, thin waist and large breasts, and one of the arms teasing your nipples. Of course it wouldn't; your body is perfect, beautiful beyond compare. These clothes, though! You wouldn’t be caught dead in such cheap frippery, the touch of their cheap fabrics like ants crawling across your skin. You manage to hold back the revulsion filling your mind. After all, these helpful little servants couldn’t help at all with those... rags. No, they will have to go, replaced by something worth at LEAST over one thousand pounds... the thought that anyone would wear anything less confuses and disgusts you. ...No, nothing appears to have changed. (37.200%) 1 minutes ago
Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 29.87. [24.8000 / 100.00 TF energy] The magical arms slip over to you once again, now tinged with a slight pink hue just beneath the grey exterior, as if another magical spell was growing beneath the first. They wrap around your waist and make short work of it once again, or should that be small work, now so thin a large man could easily wrap his hands around them, or preferably his arm whilst you stand at his side as the perfect little wife... What was that, and where did it come from? You shake your head, only to moan wantonly as your hips expand into wide and womanly hips, perfect for giving birth or for a husband to wrap his hands around...
One of the hands runs over your well-rounded rear whilst the other slowly floats upwards, facing you. “Thank you...?” You feel a tad silly for talking to the phantom, but your lower half looks so much more divine now. You hadn’t expected a reply from the arm, but the hand suddenly moving forwards and entering your mind was unexpected, to say the least. It feels... cold, the invading appendage gripping your mind before fading away. Did it change anything? You glance down to see the same wide hips, thin waist and large breasts, and one of the arms teasing your nipples. Of course it wouldn't; your body is perfect, beautiful beyond compare. These clothes, though! You wouldn’t be caught dead in such cheap frippery, the touch of their cheap fabrics like ants crawling across your skin. You manage to hold back the revulsion filling your mind. After all, these helpful little servants couldn’t help at all with those... rags. No, they will have to go, replaced by something worth at LEAST over one thousand pounds... the thought that anyone would wear anything less confuses and disgusts you. ...No, nothing appears to have changed. (24.800%) 1 minutes ago
Freya Dolly cast High Life against you. Her spell lowered your willpower by 29.87. [12.4000 / 100.00 TF energy] Your opponent slowly positions themselves, raising their arms before throwing them down to their sides, as if they were launching an object overhand. You were expecting balls, or possibly some form of magical rope. Instead, their arms seem to disconnect. No, two phantom arms shoot forth from their own in the swing, a faint grey mist in the shape of a pair of arms, up to the shoulders. They rush towards you, but instead of the impact you had raised your arms to defend against in anticipation, they wrap around your waist, encircling it with a strange sense of pressure! The arms grip each other and pull, forcing you to gasp and exhale sharply as your waist becomes wasp-like, your hips now almost child-bearing in comparison to their slim counterpart. You run your hands over them, the phantom limbs briefly passing over your hands, their touch warm and delicate, just like your new waist. You want them to rub you further, to continue to improve you, or at least relieve this budding sense of pleasure from their contact. Your own hand is halfway to your crotch before the thought strikes you, “What am I doing?”. You’re busy playing with your opponent's spell against YOU, having spent the last few minutes toying with them. The arms are beginning to move onto your hips, but your hands dart forward and grab them, forcing the magic to dissipate, taking the changes with them. (12.400%) 1 minutes ago