True to the mystery woman's word, Marcy was able to struggle to her feet a few moments later. See was wearing a sparkling red dress, and heels. Long red hair framed her vision, and try as she might she couldn't seem to stop it from covering one of her eyes. That her hair had been blonde and shoulder length before she passed out didn't seem to be an immediate problem.
Marcy stumbled towards the mirror in the unfamiliar heels, and stopped in shock when she saw herself.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
The sparkling dress, the pouting red lips, the abundant cleavage... they had dressed her up like Jessica Rabbit. In all honesty, Marcy was impressed with what she saw. She had always been slender and long of limb, an athletic girl. But the image in the mirror was, while not as well endowed as the source material, pretty damn close.
Marcy noticed that her exposed flesh had a glossy tint, and a closer inspection revealed that beneath the costume she was wearing some sort of transparent full body suit.
"Good eye, Jessica," came the playful voice of the mystery woman over the intercom. "That would be an interface suit. It allows our users unrestricted access to your every succulent inch."
The latex-like suit squeezed down, compressing Marcy's flesh all over, then relaxed.
"Just a test," came the woman's mocking voice. "Your session will start in sixty seconds. And good luck! You'll need it. This guy can be a bit of a bastard."
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