Date Switcheroo - TG and Clothing TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion join the Discord ServerDate Switcheroo - Multiple TFShira Emiya, once known as Shirou, entered the upscale restaurant, her gold latex outfit glistening under the chandeliers light. She was here to meet Mark, a young CEO who'd caught her eye and focused on…
Shira Emiya, once known as Shirou, entered the upscale restaurant, her gold latex outfit glistening under the chandeliers light. She was here to meet Mark, a young CEO who'd caught her eye and focused on his considerable pocket. Mark stood as she approached the table. His eyes widened at her bold attire. "Shira Emiya, I presume?" he asked, a hint of distaste in his voice. "The one and only," Shira replied with a smirk, sliding into her seat. "I hope you don't mind waiting. A girl has to look her best, you know." Shira's bratty behavior began to enrage Mark exponentially as the evening progressed. She complained about the wine and food, demanded special off-menu items just for her, and spoke rudely to the whole staff. "So, Mark," Shira purred, leaning forward. "Tell me about your company. I hear it's quite... profitable." Her eyes glistened with barely concealed greed. Mark's enthusiasm waned with each passing moment. Shira wasn't the type of woman he'd expected and wanted to have something serious with. As Shira droned on about her latest shopping spree, he started preparing to leave. Sensing his disinterest, Shira panicked. She couldn't let this golden opportunity slip away. Without warning, she reached across the table, intent on using her absorption powers. "You're not going anywhere," she hissed, her fingers grazing Mark's arm. But something went terribly wrong. Shira's powers, maxed by her previous absorptions, spiraled out of control. The world spun, and everything went black. When Shira regained consciousness, she felt... strange. Stretched. Confined. She tried to move but couldn't. That's when she heard a familiar voice. It was her own."Well, well, well," Mark's voice came from Shira's mouth. "Look who's awake." To Shira's horror, she saw her own body standing before her, but with Mark's disgusted expression. He stuck out her tongue at her. "Stupid brat," Mark sneered in Shira's voice. "Thought you could absorb me? I've dealt with tougher corporate takeovers than you." Shira tried to speak but couldn't. That's when the terrifying realization hit she had become her own outfit! Mark ran his hands over Shira's former body, now clad entirely in... Shira herself. "Ugh, this outfit is so tacky," he grimaced, looking in the mirror. "Gold latex? Really? It's like you're trying too hard to be flashy. And it's so basic. No style at all." He snapped the waistband of the gold thong a part of Shira making her sting. "We need to change this immediately. I can't be seen in something so... nouveau riche." Shira could only watch helplessly as Mark headed towards the exit. "Let's go shopping," he declared. "This outfit needs a complete overhaul. Something classy and understated and leave you in the store.”
