Miranda Wright sneezed and just as suddenly morphed back to her human self.
But the red, strapless dress was still a toon. ?
A pair of eyes opened up halfway over-and-on the decolletage. Her own eyes looked down at it in surprise. The dress's eyes didn't look up at her eyes, in surprise or any other emotion. They were looking down and crosseyed at her bust. "Nice tits, toots!" a contralto voice said from a mouth below her rack. "And they're the real McCoy, too, aren't they?"
The material around her braless boobs contracted and relaxed and contracted and relaxed again, giving her the distinct impression of her dress molesting them! "Toot! Toot, Toots!"
"Stop that!" the police officer ordered.
"I don't think I can! I'm snugged up against your soft and smooth and warm all too human flesh! It'd be agony not to do anything!" And the dress pulled and pushed different erotic parts of her body. And those that weren't outrightly fondled were caressed! All over her body...
"Enough!" Miranda cried, and reached around for the back zipper.
But the zipper played keep-away, moving this way and that way, just out of her frustrated reach!
Giving up, she lowered her hands to the hem. She was about to try to pull the dress off of herself, when she realized she didn't have any lingerie on underneath!
And then she heard the voices:
"Scandalous!" ; "Shameful!" ; "Perverted!" ; "A human coming to Toontown jut to cum!" ; "And with toon clothes, no less!" ; "The woman has a fetish!" ; "Kinky!" ; "More! More!" ; "Voyeur!" ; "Of course, we are! We're the buildings, props and scenery! What else can we do?"
"Don't answer that!" a toon mailbox told the toon window.
"I can do something?" the toon awning over the toon storefront window said.
Miranda realized that there were eyes everywhere! Just about everything and anything had eyes and a way to talk! And they all seemed to be either condemning her or ogling her.
"I'm getting out of here!"
But the high heel, red toon slippers agreed together to have another idea! They forced Miranda to walk in a direction she had no intention of going in!
Meanwhile, the dress continued to assault her! Meanwhile the mouth of the dress had moved down to be half on-and-off the hem. "So close! So far!" it whined as it struggled to reach Miranda's pussy, still up and under its too long, short skirt.
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