Several strangers find themselves stuck cleaning up an old abandoned community center, which is packed to the brim with old clothing and costumes. Slowly, as they fold and sort, each girl finds themselves drawn to one of the outfits. As they slip on each new garment, they find themselves changing bit by bit to suit what the clothes represent. From prostitute to submissive pet, to playfully naive young girl, the volunteers find themselves experiencing life and each other in increasingly more intimate and chaotic ways...
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For a moment, she considered another cigarette, but decided against it. As shitty as the job was, she didn’t want to lose it if some dumbass teen got tetanus or something. Sighing, she straightened herself out and gathered her things; trying to mentally prepare herself for the bullshit to come. She paused, however, when she caught sight of someone walking towards her. No… strutting towards her.
The girl was dressed in a tight, black miniskirt that clung to her slender hips, and she clacked along on heels that seemed about a size too big. Equally ill-fitting was the top the girl wore, which kept slipping almost scandalously low on her meager chest. Yet, despite the poor sizing, the young woman owned every part of the outfit, and the smile on her face was both confident and sexy. Between the oddity of the girl’s garb, and the sudden change in personality, it took Tara quite a bit before she recognized her.
“Lucy? Lucy, is that you?” she asked, just to make sure.
The other girl just smiled that sexy smile and sauntered closer, until Tara could smell the teen’s cheap perfume.
“So… You lookin’ for a date, honey?”
Tara just blinked a moment. “What the hell are you-“
“Mmm, can I have one of those? Thanks,” Lucy said, reaching down and plucking one of the cigarettes out of Tara’s pack.
With her confusion giving way to annoyance, Tara reached out and snatched the cigarette out of the girl’s hand before tossing it aside.
“Hey, hey! No rough stuff, okay? I mean, unless you’re willin’ to pay extra,” Lucy said, playfully.
“Alright, enough bullshit. Where’s the camera, huh?” As she spoke, Tara began looking around angrily. Jokes, and even traps weren’t uncommon considering who she often had to work with, though she hadn’t expected trouble from Lucy. The poor girl had seemed unable to speak her own name without stuttering in anxiety, before. Now, she looked like a huntress on the prowl, with just one kind of prey in mind.
“No camera, honey… Well, a couple of pics ain’t too bad if you want a souvenir, I guess. That is, if you’re lookin’ for some fun tonight.”
“There’s no way I’m falling for this. Come on, we’re going right to the main office and calling-“
“Baby, do these look like a joke to you?”
Tara stopped in her tracks, staring down at Lucy with shock-widened eyes. The young girl had flipped down her tube top, showing off her small, perky breasts with a devilish grin.
“Wh-what the f-“ Tara began.
“Oh, I know. Trust me, they’re real.” As she spoke, Lucy held up her breasts in pride… as much as she could considering their size. “And you can do whatever you like to ‘em, if you’ve got the cash.”
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