Turning the doorknob clockwise, Emma entered the dance studio and found her little students practicing what she had been teaching them for the past few days. She smiled softly. Out of all the jobs she had ever done, this was her favourite. It not only gave her money but was also a source of happiness. She loved training and watching these cute angels dancing rhythmically to the subtle beats. They looked like pixies. Cute and magical.
Quickly throwing her bag down on the wooden floor, she walked into the changing room to get ready. A beautiful dress in her hand. White silk skirt with a semi-sheer bodice. She stripped herself out of her unattractive, baggy clothes and quickly changed.
Emma stared at her reflection in the mirror. She felt different. She felt strange. The skirt reached just above her knees complimenting her long legs. The bodice hugged her hourglass figure perfectly. Way too perfectly. She looked different. Beautiful! And it's weird. For her anyways as Emma had never dres
