You look at the costume and shrug your shoulders, it looks amazing, it's so lifelike and full of detail. Even if you're not a furry with a skunk fetish you could probably have some fun just fucking around with it and you're curious to see if it fits. You try sliding on the costume with your clothes on but whatever fabric it's made out of resists your hole-filled jeans and they just won't slip down the leg of the costume without bunching up along it, you're gonna have to get naked to get it on. You hesitate for a moment, but no ones around to see. You rush over to the window and shut the blinds. Now you strip bare naked, tossing your filthy tank top, worn jeans and boxers onto the floor. You start sliding the costume on. The material feels strange on your legs, less like rubber or fabric and more like skin. You keep putting it on, sliding each arm into the costumes, lifting the mask over your head and zip your back up completing the lengthy process. You head over to the mirror and look at yourself. You look just like an anthro skunk, nothing about you looks fake, if you didn't have common sense you'd think that you're not human. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain and collapse to the floor. You reach toward your back to undo the costume but the zipper is gone. You feel each hair connect itself to your body like a thousand needles all poking you at once. You feel your, new head and tail merging into you. You feel your blood start pulsing in your veins, pushing into your massive new cock, fully forcing it erect. You feel another fluid inside you, dripping out beneath your tail, stinking up the room with a foul stench, signaling the end of the change. You're now an anthro skunk.