The Haunted Boudoir

I could feel ghostly hands begin to dress me, fastening the corset tight, drawing up stockings, placing the bustle with care. Each garment transformed me, giving me the female shape that it would fit. The corset gave me an hourglass figure and cleavage, the stockings made my legs shapely and silky smooth. Now the unseen hands took the Victorian ballgown from the dress form and I smiled delightedly as I raised my arms to help them...