Her hands continue to work their magic, transforming your appearance into something more suited to her tastes. As she styles your hair, Emily also takes a pair of scissors from her bag and begins cutting away at the hem of your skirt, shortening it until it barely grazes the tops of your thighs.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," she explains, her voice matter-of-fact as she continues to reshape you into her ideal vision. "And right now, I prefer you this way."

Your reflection stares back at you, the once long, flowing locks of your hair now cropped close to your head, leaving only a few stray strands framing your face. Your skirt has been trimmed to a shorter length, revealing a glimpse of your lace panties beneath it. The collar around your neck is now adorned with a small, silver clasp, adding an air of sophistication to the otherwise playful ensembles.

"There,"

Breathless and spent, Emily collapses forward onto your chest, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. For several long moments she lies there, catching her breath as her heart races wildly in her chest. Finally, she pulls away, slipping off to the side so that you're no longer pressed together.

"That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, still trying to compose herself. "Thank you."

Your confession takes her by surprise, and she looks at you with renewed interest. "You did?" she asks softly. "And... you liked it? Really?" Her voice is full of curiosity now, as if she never quite expected this reaction from you.

She studies your face intently for several heartbeats before finally nodding slowly, almost to herself. "Well," she says with a small smile, "maybe we should try some other things too... just to see how else you might enjoy being my pet."