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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2012 13:17:52 GMT -4
He hears a few more "Aha's" followed by disappointed sighs. Roy starts to feel himself going through another growth spurt as the dress continues to cling closer. The white color of the dress became brighter as Cindy opened the closet door. "Come out come out where ever you are..." She said in a singsong manner.
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 13:29:36 GMT -4
Roy hopes the pops and tears aren't getting too audible, and moving would give himself away... Although for a moment he wonders if the dress was white to begin with.
...Come to think of it, what the hell kind of dress IS it? it's starting to stick to his sides now...
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2012 13:45:11 GMT -4
Roy continued to grow a bit as his head hit the dresses hanger. "Hmmm...Uh oh." Cindy said nervously. He could feel the hem's ruffles rubbing up against his legs...Wait, had it had hems when he'd put it on he wondered nervously.
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 14:18:04 GMT -4
"Uh oh? What do you mean?" the game's long over now as Roy tries to escape the closet, the outfit he'd be wearing prior *popped* to pieces just before he became fully aware that he was wearing something-- Wait. When DID he actually put it on?? He gurgles something as his voice begins to change, overall his body feels just plain weird...
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2012 16:52:44 GMT -4
"My mommy told me never to play around the wedding dresses." Cindy said as Roy felt his waist pull in some. "She said they latch on to anyone who slip into them and adjusts them to fit." She said as the dresses hanger hit the floor...How did that slip down without out him noticing?
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 17:39:52 GMT -4
At the phrase wedding dress, Roy violently tries to pull the thing off of himself, though it seems to do little good. Hair pours from his head before curling up in ridiculously large waves that turn a bright auburn. "Well how does it come off?' His voice cracks horrendously as he pulls at the upper part of the dress, only for it to be not only stretched, but filled: he's gaining some weight in the chest, causing him to freak out even more...
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2012 17:46:28 GMT -4
"I...I don't know. Mommy never said." Cindy said, watching as Roy's skin became smooth and soft. His lips began to plump up as his hips flared out. Nervous about her friends changes Cindy runs up and starts to pull on the ruffled hem, trying to tear it off Roy.
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 17:53:06 GMT -4
Roy, now evidently a she, is try too but most of the places she pulls at just stretch when another part of her body flares or swells. She's got a downright heavy pair of breasts, with cleavage continuing to push out against the dress' support but she otherwise seems skinny with a hint of waspishness. The hair is getting rather heavy, and constantly in her eyes when the changes seem to stop. Alabaster skin, more hair than a wookie on her head and a train large enough to tent both himself at a young age and Cindy with room for a pillowfight.
When it's over she sighs, rubs her temples and tries pulling at the damn thing again. "Um... Cindy, getting in trouble is the last thing I wanna do right now but maybe we should get help before anything else goes wrong..." she chirps in a pleasant voice...
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2012 17:56:41 GMT -4
Cindy nods in agreement, taking Roy's hand as they headed out of the closet. Walking through the room Roy caught sight of herself in the mirror...Was she wearing lipstick she thought, putting a hand to her ruby red lips.
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 18:00:57 GMT -4
Roy doesn't even want to know, although the dress came with garters, stockings, everything else, she noticed there were no shoes. Weird. In anycase she frets about keeping the mane of hair out of her eyes and eyes about the place. "Who're we gonna talk to?" she finally asks.
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Post by observer on Feb 8, 2012 18:05:22 GMT -4
"I thinks we should talk to one of the maids." Cindy said. "Maybe they know how the dress comes off."
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 18:10:22 GMT -4
"Um... okay. But not Susan. Or if it's Susan, don't tell her I was your age minutes ago.." Roy frets and fidgets, her body language entirely new like she truly is someone else. Mentally she's resisting the urge to just walk with his nose down her own cleavage but it's not showing on the outside that she's still mentally the same.
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Post by observer on Feb 9, 2012 4:41:09 GMT -4
Cindy nods in agreement. She leads the way out of the room and into the hallway.
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Post by roym on Feb 9, 2012 9:14:15 GMT -4
Roy is lead along, automatically fussing and fretting over her dress even though the action seems more mechanical than intended. "Who gets married in a place like this anyway..." she grumbles, wondering furthermore why anyone would keep a wedding dress in a random closet for that matter...
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Post by observer on Feb 9, 2012 10:21:23 GMT -4
As they walked through the hallway a door opened and two young men walked out. One guy whistled while the other hummed 'here comes the bride'. "Hey good looking." The whistler said, stepping between Cindy & Roy. "Who's the lucky man, or are you in need of a groom?" He asked, flashing a cheesy smile.
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