Emily Ratajkowski walked the Runway, a vacant expression on her face… She wanted to…she wanted to warn the audience about…about about the Pearlyhose. The silky soft shiny Pearlyhose that she is wearing… that everyone in the audience has been given. She wanted to warn them…about the Pearlyhose but…she
just kept walking
just kept modelling
Everyone in the audience noticed
noticed her Silky smooth shiny sexy legs
noticed her fashionable outfits
noticed the ornate clips in her hair right at her temples
“I guess…I guess it started not long after we moved here… I was bored and was hanging out in the Mall when that Lady came up to me. I thought she was gonna chew me out like everyone else did – ‘cause I was totally Goth then. You know. I don’t even think I owned anything that wasn’t black…
Anyhow. she just…well, she just smiled at me and gave me my first Pearl bracelet. She said it would suit me and that I would understand. I was gonna tell her to Fu..uh go away, but somehow the Pearl bracelet ended up on my wrist. Don’t really remember how.
And it was like…I dunno…like some sort of fog lifted. Like for the first time I could see, and everything was sunny and warm. And nice. And I decided right then and there that I needed to make a change.
So I did.
Now I always dress like a proper young Lady should. And I’m always volunteering: helping out in the community. Everyone is so proud of me. And I feel so happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.
She danced. She chanted. She cheered. Cheered for the Sports Team.
She felt, to tell the truth. a bit ridiculous doing it. Wearing that pink leotard and little pink tutu. And with that silly pink bow in her hair.
Here she is an adult. a grown woman. Prancing around in front of everyone (it seemed like the whole town was there) dressed…
like that.
But there she was, a big smile plastered on her face as she cheered the team on.
Because…
Because it was expected of her.
She wore the outfit because that was the outfit she was given.
And she did not want to disappoint.
She COULD not disappoint.
It was hard to explain. She didn’t really understand or believe it herself but she felt…
Like it was something she needed to do.
To fit in.
To Belong.
And if she felt humiliated wearing that silly Pink outfit in front of everybody…well…it was, as if she deserved it somehow. Because it shows she understands.
The second Lara touched the accent Aztec idol, a wave of pink energy washed over her. She stood there as her shorts melted away and her green top grew tighter.
Lara’s clothes were not the only chance, unnoticed by the startled young aristocrat. Her once razor sharp interlect and mind were quickly being eroded away.
By the time the pink energy had faded away, Lara was transformed. Her clothes now a skin tight latex leotard, her breasts had also increased and were barely contained under the latex. “The uniform controls me” said Lara with a mindless giggle.
“At Bun Air we understand… We know you may not be able to travel just now, and we understand. We understand and we are here to help. You may not be in a position to come to us, but we are always here for you. To help you. To guide you, to take care of all your travel needs. Because we understand.
Why not take a short trip right now? In your mind… it’s easy, all you have to do is sit back, relax and listen to my voice…
