Jim made a face. "If you don't like it, I could change it," Rick whispered in his ear.
Jim guessed that, if Rick did, it would only be into something even worse. "No, I'll stick with this."
"Good. Incidentally, if you were wondering what's happened to the wand, I made a wish that nobody should be able to see it escept me."
That figures, Jim thought morosely, as he pulled on the skimpy, frilly, black lace panties that were part of the costume. Once in place, they clung to the lower slope of his/her twin-pregnant belly. The costume did not include a bra. Though his impressive rack sagged remarkably little, he would have preferred to have one, as he could see that the very short and clingy, low-cut, black silk dress was going to display a lot of cleavage. A small white apron, stretch fishnets and shiny black high-heeled shoes completed the ensemble.
Having dressed, Jim picked up the feather duster.
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