Karen stood at her kitchen table, packing her belongings into her purse for the day ahead. She never enjoyed being up early in the morning, but she had woken up at 5 a.m. to straighten her hair and apply her make-up before the big event.
Being a 21 year old college student living in the city, Karen was just as poor as one could imagine. Looking for any extra stream of income, Karen's friends had convinced her to look for modeling jobs. She had the long legs, the thin waste, and smaller breasts that every top model seemed to have. She just never had the same kind of confidence those women had.
She was a business student at her university, and her days were filled with numbers and concepts. She didn't have any time for intimate relationships, but being sexy or having sex only rarely crossed her mind.
But, that being said, she had gone for it and gotten an offer. Through a modeling website, she had submitted her information and gotten an email regarding a job in her city.
Through back-and-forth email communication, Karen had been offered a job to be a car model at this year's big auto show. Now that the day had come though, she was having second thoughts.
She bundled up to stay warm during her trek to the show, and she headed out the door.
She walked down the street to the nearest subway station and hopped on the first train to the convention center. There were only three people on her car this early in the morning, and she was thankful that it wasn't crowded.
The show opened to the public at 9 a.m. and all of the models and salesmen were required to be at the center at least an hour before hand to get set-up.
The short train trip seemed like an eternity to Karen as she was distracted by her nervousness about her first modeling opportunity. Could she look sexy enough for the guys walking around the show? Can she be some kind of walking sex symbol? When the train finally did come to her stop, she cautiously stepped onto the platform into the cool, morning air.
As she made the short walk into the large convention center, she noticed other women and men entering the building. They were all so gorgeous and confident! Boy, did she feel out of place.
Walking into the center and up the few set of stairs, she flashed her employee pass at security and made her way into the huge showcase room. She walked further into the room, past all of the different companies and their sections of cars. Finally, she was confronted by a man in a suit and headset.
"You look confused, but also like you know why you're here," he said.
"Yeah. My name's Karen. I'm here because of a modeling opportunity," she hesitantly replied.
"If you head on back that way, Gregory will be able to set you up with what you'll be wearing and where you'll be working."
Karen followed the man's directions, and soon came across a back room full of hustling and bustling people.
Another man approached her, who she had to assume was the Gregory the man in the headset had alluded to. He had a clipboard in hand and looked like he had everything under control.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Karen Phillips," answered Karen, this time a little more confidently.
Gregory found her name on the list, looked her up and down, head to toe, then made a check on the paper in front of him.
"Nice legs, tight core, straight blonde hair, smaller breasts than we would have hoped, almost no backside, but that will change," he expressed to no one in particular. She looked at him with a surprised expression.
"Alright Karen," he continued, "Go to locker number 92, grab the uniform, head to the nearest restroom to get changed, then you'll need to report to area 5 for your assignment." He walked off without letting her reply to his orders.
So, she headed further back into the back room and found the locker with her designated number. As she opened the locker, she noticed a sweet aroma, permeating from inside. At the bottom of the locker was a pair of 6 inch, black pumps. Above the heels, hung a tiny, little black cocktail dress along with a black push-up bra and a thin, lacy matching thong.
Her head felt light, and the smell from the locker had seemed to engulf her senses. Clouding her mind and starting a shift in her body, Karen was about to experience a total shift in her life. If only she knew what she was about to become.
On a shelf at the top of the locker, Karen found a name-tag and lipstick tube. The name-tag read 'Kary' which was just the next surprise in a day full of them. She grabbed the locker's contents and placed her purse, jacket and shoes into the locker before she made her way to change.
In the restroom room, she quickly removed her old clothes and slipped into the panties and bra. Next came the form fitting dress that barely fell past her butt. The front of the dress was cut very deep, but her breasts weren't big enough to show off a lot of cleavage. She finally climbed into the high heels which made her leg muscles flex and her small butt seem a bit more defined. The last step was applying the bright pink lipstick.
The new sensation of something on her lips, combined with the the floating feeling she still had from the aroma from her locker, Karen didn't notice the subtle changes that had started affecting her body. Gregory was right, and the lipstick and aroma were about to change Karen into a whole new woman.
She walked out onto the showroom floor in her new uniform and heels, and walked as quickly as she could to her required station. As she walked across the expansive room, things on Karen's body continued to change. The tiny dress seemed to cup her butt even more and her breast were pressing together more than they had before. But, Karen seemed to be in a state of euphoria and didn't notice.
Karen approached her section, and her eyes opened wide as she realized she was going to be modeling around the most expensive cars in the world. She wiggled her now incredibly toned ass as her big tits jiggled between the tiny dress at her excitement. Another man approached her as she walked up the roped off exotic cars.
