TFebruary: Ghost Hands

Model Sirena Milano

I struggled to escape the haunted salon, but the phantom hands that assailed me refused to let me go.

They stripped my clothing away, sending it fluttering into the shadows. Then the unseen fingers picked and pushed at my body, smoothing and shaping  wherever they landed. My waist narrowed, my hips widened, firm breasts appeared on my chest as the invisible force sculpted my body like wet clay.

I batted uselessly at the ghostly force with now dainty hands, while my facial features succumbed to feminisation.

Finally, floating cosmetics and hair dye expertly applied themselves until I was a model pretty, worthy of a Paris catwalk. 

Reeling from my supernatural forced makeover, it occurred to me that I was now totally naked. It was probably shock but I couldn't shake the thought that even if I could get back to my apartment without getting arrested, I didn't have anything that fit me now. 

Perhaps I should visit the haunted fashion boutique next door?