Amending The Con-stitution

#ConStitution #costumes #Grace #hypnosis #suiting

This post is part 1 in a series of 4. The other posts in this series are: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Ah, GoodGirlCon! You step up to the convention center with a smile. Passes are so hard to get, you thought you wouldn't get to come this year! The only problem is that you couldn't get a cosplay together in time. How's everyone supposed to know who your favorite good girl is? You'll have to tell them with your mouth like some kind of casual!

Ah, but what's this? You're wandering through the dealer alley when you come across a girl dressed for all the world like a stage magician. Tiny top hat. Short blonde hair with a pink streak over her eye. Tuxedo top and fishnets that go all the way up. Black high heels poking out from under the table. A crystal on a chain slips between her fingers. The front of her table says “COSTUME RENTALS: HOUR, DAY, ETC.” and behind her is a single-occupant changing booth draped with black privacy curtains. She catches your gaze with a smile and a wink. “Like what you see?” She nods to the racks of costumes separating her booth from the neighbors. You step in to take a closer look, and her hand is on your shoulder.

Her silk-gloved hand. Her soft hand. Her warm breath falls on your ear. “Go ahead, dear. There's no wrong choices here.” Mmph. You can feel your muscles relaxing wherever she touches. “This is a safe place where you can be anything you want to be, even if it's just for a little while.”

It's like the lights start to dim around you. The world fades to black. It's just you and her. Even the racks fade away until she picks something from them. “You don't have to worry about much. You get to leave all your worries behind.” Sometimes you catch a flash of her crystal as it slides through her fingers. It's almost as pretty as she is. Almost as pretty as the idea of leaving all your stress right here on the floor while you get to dress up. “You could be a perfect princess.” A perfectly poofy pink ball gown appears in her hands. She presses it against your chest and lets you look at yourself in the mirror. “We'd get you a crown and a scepter. Everyone would call you 'your highness'. You'd be the belle of every ball.”

The gown vanishes, and you miss it. But you don't get to linger on thoughts for long. “Or perhaps something more elaborate? A full body suit. You could wind up looking like anything. A perfect pet or a regal queen. You could leave your old body behind entirely.” Mm. Your head is nice and warm now. And it looks like a skunk! A nice, fuzzy black skunk with a pink streak running down the middle of their snout and a head of blonde hair. The eyes are big, cartoony, and a spiral of blue and green. “It could be anyone in there, and nobody outside would know. You could live out any fantasy you choose. And then, when it's all over, you can leave it all behind like it never happened. So much of your identity tied up in something Princess can put on or take off with a flick of her wrist. So much fun playing a role in front of all those people. So much of you is figments and sprites for Princess to play with, just as temporary and permanent as I wish. Your whole being scattered and reassembled with a few whispered words and a-” Snap!

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