This choice: ...sexy, leggy, chorus-line dancer's tuxedos!!! • Go Back...Chapter #4...sexy, leggy, chorus-line dancer's tuxedo... by: JackHalf   The three stood there in dumbfounded silence for quite a while, their widened eyes going back and forth from looking over each other, to looking over their own strange new situation.
They were each dressed in identical costumes. Each working preposterously high, 5 inch black patent leather high heels. The long, mindbogglingly enticing legs stepped into those heels were clad in dark pantyhose that showed them off to best effect. Their identical thighs led up to black, silky panty-like briefs. Atop those briefs, they sported tight-fitting, button up tuxedo shirts, with matching white vests. Their collars were fastened with expertly tied black bow-ties. Over their shoulders, they wore open tuxedo jackets, with tails dangling behind them, swaying and smacking up against their fannies with each movement.
But, more than mere fashion, the three now had what appeared to be identical, clone-like bodies from the neck down! Long gorgeous legs. Tight, broad, athletic asses. Narrow waists. Enormous, enhanced looking breasts. They each had the same, incredibly fit, incredibly attractive, female dancer's body affixed to their noggins. They all stood eye to eye now, with all of them being 5 foot 7 or so in on their towering heels.
Liz looked down at her feet, stepping from off of one high heeled foot to the other, confirming that the long, lovely legs she was looking at, and feeling were indeed her own.
Carly snapped back and forth as she looked at Liz and Steven, before holding her open hands up, staring at the white gloves she was now wearing.
Steven looked down at himself in slack-jawed disbelief. He tentatively began to feel the outline of the large new breasts he seemed to be sporting, with his own gloved hands.
"This isn't me! this isn't my body!!' Carly sounded panicked. "These legs look nothing like mine! My tits aren't this big!!! Who's body is this!!!"
Liz walked over to the wall of mirrors in front of the styling chairs, her high heels clicking on the floor. "You aren't kidding. I have NEVER been in this good a shape." She looked at her reflection. Feeling her cheek with a gloved hand, she whispered "But our heads are still the same. We're still us, just not from the bowtie down..."
Steven turned his attention to other parts of his anatomy. Slowly, nervously, he reached down and felt his smooth, panty-covered crotch for any signs of his apparently missing manhood. He felt an electric, pleasurable tingle as he felt the outline of something very different. "I have a cunt...Jesus...I have a cunt..." he whispered in disbelief.
Carly began to pull on one white glove, and then the other. "I can't seem to <grunt> get these damn gloves off!"
Sitting down on one of the styling chairs, Liz lifted one of her magnificent new legs up and attempted to pull a stiletto shoe off of her foot. "The shoes aren't budging either!" She groaned with the effort. "I am NOT a girl who wears heels. Steven, help me get these damn things off!"
Shocked away from touching his new, feminine form, Steven pranced over on his own heels. With both of his gloved hands prying, he and Liz giving their all, they found their efforts to get the ridiculous footwear off of her feet completely useless.
For the next half an hour, the trio tried to pull their newly produced attire off of bodies that weren't their own, to no effect.
At first, they tried to be clever. Carly attempted to use some of her hair-styling scissors to cut some of her garments off. Liz tried to get the edge of a nail file between her hose-clad foot and the shoe, to no effect. Steven grabbed tried to pry the buttons of his tuxedo shirt open, but found them just as resistant to movement and damage as every other portion of his new outfit.
Finally, their efforts gave way to frustration, nearly hysterical panic, and resignation. Liz stomped around on her heels, trying to break them off from the rest of the shoe. She even tried snapping them on the metal bar of the hair styling chair, to no avail. Carly, tears streaming down her face, pulled at the edges of her outfit like a maddened animal before collapsing to the ground to weep. Steven finally sat down on a stool, looking down at his new outrageously female body with disbelief.
After more than an hour of that, Liz finally attempted to take charge of the situation. "Alright. Enough of that! We're heading to hospital! I don't know what they Hell is happening, or what's become of us, but it's clear bugger all is getting done with us sitting around pouting!"
Steven stood up, he hugged himself, his new knees knocking together nervously. "H-hospital? You mean go out and be seen...like this?!?!" His cheeks flashed crimson.
"What's the alternative?!?! Are you going to hide here in Carly's salon with some strange woman's body attached to your head for the rest of your days?!? This is CLEARLY beyond our ability to deal with!" Liz was flabbergasted by how short-sighted Steven appeared to be.
Carly climbed up onto her high heeled feet, sniffling as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "She's right! At the the very least maybe the Doctors can get us out of these stupid clothes! And maybe the police will be able to track down who stole, or transformed, or replaced our bodies or whatever!!!"
Steven nodded weakly. Liz walked over and took his gloved hands in her own, looking him eye to eye. "Don't worry. At least we're in this with friends. And it's not like we'll be walking there. We just have to get to the van out front and I can drive us to hospital!" Steven gave her a weak smile and quickly nodded his head.
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