A woman in a blue dress laying on a lush green field

“N-no,” I whispered, backing away from the dresses. At least they aren’t advancing, I thought, continuing to back away until I reached a wall. I turned to see that it wasn’t actually a wall--at least, not a wall I could see. my hands felt the wall rising as high and as far as I could reach. The dresses still remained floating where they were, and I stared at the empty space before me for several minutes...until something suddenly cinched in my waist. “Oh!” I gasped, looking down; somehow I had been wrapped in a white satin corset, trimmed with silver lace and embroidery and ribbons. I gasped as it tightened again, laces creaking against the silver grommets at the rear. “I-I’ve never worn a-a corset before…” I said, the air rushing out of me as the laces pulled in my waist even more. “I’m...just a simple girl, not a--oh, what is happening?” As I spoke, I felt myself being lifted into the air by the breeze. I looked down at the floor that was now several feet beneath me, and saw a pair of white silk stockings float into my field of vision--and then slide themselves over my feet.
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“N-no
,
” I whispered
,
backing away from the dresses
.
At least they aren’t advancing
,
I thought
,
continuing to back away until I reached a wall
.
I turned to see that it wasn’t actually a wall--at least
,
not a wall I could see
.
my hands felt the wall rising as high and as far as I could reach
.
The dresses still remained floating where they were
,
and I stared at the empty space before me for several minutes
...
until something suddenly cinched in my waist
.
“Oh
!
” I gasped
,
looking down
;
somehow I had been wrapped in a white satin corset
,
trimmed with silver lace and embroidery and ribbons
.
I gasped as it tightened again
,
laces creaking against the silver grommets at the rear
.
“I-I’ve never worn a-a corset before…” I said
,
the air rushing out of me as the laces pulled in my waist even more
.
“I’m
...
just a simple girl
,
not a--oh
,
what is happening
?
” As I spoke
,
I felt myself being lifted into the air by the breeze
.
I looked down at the floor that was now several feet beneath me
,
and saw a pair of white silk stockings float into my field of vision--and then slide themselves over my feet
.
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