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The ladies' restroom was meant to be a place of final touches before a night out. Tammie Lee stood before the mirror, adjusting her stunning teal dress, ready to dazzle. Behind her, Evey Krystal watched, but not with friendship. Her eyes traced the lines of the dress with a burning, covetous hunger. She decided then and there that she wouldn't be the one going home in casual stripes. She produced a handgun, shattering the quiet atmosphere. The reflection in the mirror changed from vanity to terror as Tammie realized she was staring down the barrel of a weapon held by her colleague.
The demand was absolute: everything off. Under the cold threat of the gun, Tammie was forced to strip. She unzipped the teal dress and let it pool on the floor, stepped out of her heels, and removed her underwear, leaving her shivering and naked on the cold tiles. Evey wasted no time in securing her prize. She forced Tammie to the floor and bound her ankles tightly with heavy black tape. Her wrists were next, taped securely together to ensure no resistance.
Then came the transfer of power. Evey stripped off her own casual clothes—the striped top and black trousers discarded carelessly. Naked and triumphant, she stepped into Tammie’s life. She pulled on the stolen panties, slid into the teal dress, and zipped it up, the fabric hugging her curves as if it were made for her. She checked her reflection; she looked perfect. To ensure her night remained uninterrupted, she gagged the weeping Tammie with a black cloth, leaving the naked, bound woman curled in the corner of the loo. Evey Krystal picked up her bag and walked out the door, ready to enjoy Tammie’s night out, wearing Tammie’s clothes, leaving the real owner as nothing more than a secret locked in a bathroom stall.
The ladies' restroom was meant to be a place of final touches before a night out. Tammie Lee stood before the mirror, adjusting her stunning teal dress, ready to dazzle. Behind her, Evey Krystal watched, but not with friendship. Her eyes traced the lines of the dress with a burning, covetous hunger. She decided then and there that she wouldn't be the one going home in casual stripes. She produced a handgun, shattering the quiet atmosphere. The reflection in the mirror changed from vanity to terror as Tammie realized she was staring down the barrel of a weapon held by her colleague.
The demand was absolute: everything off. Under the cold threat of the gun, Tammie was forced to strip. She unzipped the teal dress and let it pool on the floor, stepped out of her heels, and removed her underwear, leaving her shivering and naked on the cold tiles. Evey wasted no time in securing her prize. She forced Tammie to the floor and bound her ankles tightly with heavy black tape. Her wrists were next, taped securely together to ensure no resistance.
Then came the transfer of power. Evey stripped off her own casual clothes—the striped top and black trousers discarded carelessly. Naked and triumphant, she stepped into Tammie’s life. She pulled on the stolen panties, slid into the teal dress, and zipped it up, the fabric hugging her curves as if it were made for her. She checked her reflection; she looked perfect. To ensure her night remained uninterrupted, she gagged the weeping Tammie with a black cloth, leaving the naked, bound woman curled in the corner of the loo. Evey Krystal picked up her bag and walked out the door, ready to enjoy Tammie’s night out, wearing Tammie’s clothes, leaving the real owner as nothing more than a secret locked in a bathroom stall.
