Jaetta was most startled when laced into the corset. She shifted, tiltings here and stretching there. Corsets are not for much flexibility but she liked the design. She placed her hands on her bosom, letting her fingers feel the shake the corset brought to her ample chest and the form fitting cinch to her waist.<br/><br/>She pulled on a long high waisted traveling skirt. The black mermaid tail skirt hugged her hips and thighs and firled out at her feet. She felt restricted. She lifted her knee, gripped the seam running up the left. She tugged and ripped the skirt up to her upper thigh. She then found the tool and petticoat fluff and yanked it from the make of the skirt and threw it back into the chest. Looked through trying on shoe after shoe, finding one that fit and never finding it's mate, then found a pair she liked but didn't fit. Finally she lifted a boot from the folds of a jacket, pulled the knee high boots on. Lacing, buttoning and struggling into the ridiculous shoes. She came to stand. Her left leg peeks from her skirt. The knee high boots have a slight heel she sways a little unsteady.<br/><br/>She began to put the items back in the chest. Spun once. For a moment she was very content with this new world thus far. "My hair?"<br/><br/>She then looks at him. She begins to unbraid her hair, the braid had given her endless blonde locks a subtle wave. The gold overflowed. A silky treasure falling over her back over her shoulder and past her breasts.<br/>"What's wrong with my hair?" Jaetta's gaze was honey and warm.