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"Just hold still," a woman whispered into your ear as her cold hands started to push into your back. You gasped as they slipped into your skin, sinking deep into your muscles and allowing a hole to form between your shoulder blades. You tried to do anything but the magic held you in place as she pulled you up and over her arms, donning your body like a suit. You felt her breasts push against your spine as she slid deeper into your, your skin protesting as her tits pushed from behind your pecs, making it look like you had a rack of your own. Her arms pushed down the inside of your, meanwhile she put her first foot into the widening opening on your back. You grunted with pain and pleasure, trying to see your assailant, but your neck refused to respond.

There was no blood or gore or anything of the sort, just a girl entering your body as if it were a mascot costume. Your breath hitched as her other foot followed, her body almost fully emerged into yours. "Last step," she cooed as the back of your skull opened and let her in. She had fully entered you, wearing your hollow body as a second skin. She wasn't done yet, however, as a second wave of tingling took over, changing you further than just making you into her puppet. She walked over to the mirror, fully in control of your body and more than happy to let you watch as your identity faded away. Your chest, bulging with her generous assets, grew thinner, your shoulders collapsing over her own to form straps. It paled and grew taut, the itchy sensation of cotton taking over. She wasn't just wearing your body, she was turning it into an outfit.

Your legs stretched from her thickness until they tore mid-thigh. Your hips and waist melded together, the base flaring and knitting together into a pink skirt that showed a glimpse of the body that owned you. You could feel your sex beneath the skirt flatten and sprawl over her ass and groin, turning into some form of woman's underwear. The bottom half of your body followed suit in the transformation, tightening around her to become a pair of white stockings with a black leather garter. The soles of your feet grew tall as the rest of them turned into platform heels that climbed up to mid-calf. The skin around your arms grew flimsy as if it was about to fall off, but instead it darkened and draped over the woman's now exposed skin. Lavender stitching weaved its way through, solidifying your upper limb's fate of being a loose jacket. Staring directly into your reflection, your head was still intact. It looked as if your face was on the body of a woman, not hinting at the true horror going on.

Your neck grew tighter as if you were being strangled before changing into a band that held around the girl's neck, morphing into a matching choker like the one around her thigh. Your visage was not long for this world as your eyes grew unnaturally wide, taking on a heart shape as they did so. Your irises turned amber, a single tear escaping before they flattened into a cute set of sunglasses that the woman pushed up onto her forehead. Inexplicably, you could feel your very soul moving, an indescribable sensation as it was trapped within a golden locket that adorned her neck. She stroked it before doing a twirl in the mirror and posing. "That's enough shopping for one day," she giggled, strutting out of the mall, her body moving inside of yours, her heat permeating your fibers. You quivered at the battling emotions inside your mind as your new owner skipped away, clearly happy with her new outfit.