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.
