Lori Sanders breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door of her apartment. Her workday was officially over. Kicking off her high-heels, the gorgeous blonde rushed for the bathroom, pulling off her cum-stained skirt and blazer along the way and dropping them carelessly on the hallway floor.
She turned on the shower and washed away the memories of the day and the stench of sex which had clung to her body the entire afternoon. The hot water and fragrant soap helped to dispel the memories of losing her virginity in the morning. Carl Allen's mocking voice, rough hands, and monster black cock seemed a million miles away to the young woman as she showered in the safety of her brightly lit washroom. However, she could still feel the thick, sticky semen clinging to the insides of her vagina. What had happened earlier was no dream.
Washing her pussy, the girl recalled the day in shame. After leaving the prison, she had cleaned herself in her car and tried to make herself presentable. She drove straight to her boss and gave him the signed documents, hoping he wouldn't notice her state of disarray. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the office doing the usual paperwork, only this time hoping no one would notice she stunk of cum and pussy juices. She had tried to wash her pussy the best she could during her lunch break, but there was only so much you could do at a public toilet. The blonde knew she was lucky for two reasons: that her clothes were dark enough that you could barely see the cum stains, and that Carl decided not to spray his nut-butter all over her face and hair.
Stepping out of the bathtub, she remembered the rest of the afternoon - the awfulness in knowing that she was basically a cum-rag. She had felt like a nasty slut. Every time she had to get up from her desk to get something or talk to somebody, she wondered how they could
not
smell the musky sex-juices that emanated from her body?
She had also forgotten that it was Friday, and that she had a date with Steve to go to the opera in the evening. He phoned to say he'd be a bit late to pick her up and now she regretted not cancelling the date.
But the blonde had thought things through - she could try and bend the rules a bit, couldn't she? She decided that after her shower she would go to the mall and buy some clothes.
How long could this genie magic thing last
, she asked herself,
it's got to end sooner or later
. All of the clothes in her closet were gone, but what if she were to wear an outfit in her sleep? Would the clothes disappear the next day? Lori decided that she would have to experiment for a bit; she would go buy something to wear in her sleep tonight and see what would happen the next day. Regardless of what happened, she needed to try and at least do something.
Drying herself off with a big fluffy towel, Lori walked to her bedroom and noticed her work clothes on the floor had vanished. She stopped in front of her closet and steeled herself before opening it. Inside there hung a skimpy white skirt and a tiny white tank top. The curvaceous blonde slipped into the clothes and then wondered how she could wear such an outfit in public.
The tank-top was
way
too small for her and was cut fairly low; it was very revealing and showed off the tender swell of her large breasts embarrassingly. It seemed as if her magnificent tits threatened to spill out of her top at any minute. Also, the tank top stopped short just below the bottom of her tits, baring her toned, smooth stomach. The material was made of thin cotton, hugging her curvy figure and leaving nothing to the imagination. Poking through the sheer fabric, one could very easily see the arousal and dark coloring of her hard nipples.
Lori's skirt made her cringe in mortification. She had thought her black work skirt she had worn earlier was bad - tight and short and always seeming to ride up her thighs. But at least she could feel when it showed off too much leg. This new skirt not only seemed shorter but was loose and flared at the bottom, making her feel completely exposed to the world. They were also "low-riders," meaning that the skirt hung low on her hips, showing off a shocking amount of mid-riff. The waistline snugly fit her slim pelvis, hanging just above the crack of her ass at the back and several inches below her belly button in the front. Judging by the cut of the skirt, if Lori had any pubic hair left to show, anyone looking at her would have known she was a natural blonde!
Observing herself in the full-length mirror, the hot babe took a few steps back and forth, noticing how her skirt lifted and swayed to her motions, each movement revealing some tantalizing flesh. She did some more experimenting: bending over forwards with her legs straight, crouching down on her feet, doing a little jump. Almost every movement left some part of her bottom exposed.
I don't even know if I can walk up stairs
, she thought to herself.
However, Lori wasn't a quitter.
Fuck it! I've got to get on with my life
, she thought. With that, she went into her closet to find her footwear. She struggled into her new shoes - a pair of sandy colored platform clogs - about five inches high held together by a series of complicated straps and buckles.
After several minutes of fumbling with the straps, Lori was finally ready to leave. She wobbled a bit in front of the mirror; the shoes were nice and trendy but a bit too high for her tastes. The young woman looked in the mirror and didn't recognize herself anymore - what she saw instead was an almost unrecognizable slutty blonde.
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Going to the mall was one of the most humiliating experiences in the young woman's life. As soon as she entered the place, she felt all these eyes on her - running over every inch of her luscious body. Men stopped in mid-conversation to turn and stare at her, their lusty gazes betrayed their desire for the buxom girl. Older ladies gave her disdainful, outraged looks. Girls her age and younger were clearly astonished by her sexy outfit, gawking at Lori before huddling together in a torrent of hushed, unbelieving conversation.
Lori tried to walk slowly and calmly, but she was not used to wearing her new clogs. If she tried to keep her tiny skirt from swaying too much, her boobs seemed to jiggle obscenely. Trying to keep her breasts from bouncing resulted in more hip motion, thus flashes of skin from underneath her dress would show.