You break your gaze from the animal costumes and look at the more human clothes. The store has everything from socks to wigs for any gender, size, color, and personality. Picking up an outfit that looks like some Anime girl would wear, a small top with a smaller skirt, no panties (because of course the maker of this costume is a huge pervert) heeled shoes, makeup, and, according to the packaging, a G cup
bra.
You take the purple colored costume along with a lavender wig that is pulled into two pony tails that would fall to ankle height and, for fun, a pair of bright white angel wings with a wing span of about 20 feet tip to tip.
Carrying all that to the changing room, you strip down and, looking down at your average sized cock and unathletic frame, start to don the costume.
Pulling the skirt up first, you feel a tingle in your crotch as your penis shrinks away into your new vagina and your ass begins to enlarge, growing until the skirt barely covered a quarter of your ass. You like the changes and put the bra on next. At first the bra sits empty against your flat chest, but with a pulling sensation the promised G cups soon filled the bra and you slip the top on.
The top does not even fully cover your breasts and, as the bra had somehow disappeared (or at least, stopped supporting your breasts) , your boobs bounce with every movement, sending chills of pleasure through you. The top takes effect as your sholders slim, your waist thinning to the point where you could almost circle your hands completely around it. Your slim waist, in combination with your huge breasts and hips, give you a greatly exadurated hourglass figure. Slipping on the shoes makes you lose about 2 inches from your original height of 6' 2", however because they had 6 inch heels, you still feel taller. Your feet have become petite and your legs nice and sexy.
Putting on the bracelets that you found in the box, your hands shrink as the nails grow, ending an inch out from your finger and becoming a deep purple, the same color as your toenails, still hidden in your shoes. Your arms lose their hair and fat, and as you put on the wig, deciding to leave the makeup and wings for last, and feel the prickling of the long, light purple hair replacing your own. You look in the mirror and see either a man faced woman with an amazingly hot body, or a very convincing cross dresser.
Applying the makeup perfectly without even knowing what you were doing are you feel great, even though it was probably magic makeup that could not be messed up. Your face starts to shift, eyes turning a similar deep purple as your nails, nose and ears shrinking, lips plumping, and jawline reforming even as the little stubble you had disappeared.
You look at the wings on the bench and, without a second doubt, slide them over your sholders feeling them connect, activating all the nerves and muscles allowing for motion. Folding your new wings up along your back you notice that the top had holes created in the back for your wings. You fly out of the changing room and, dropping $120 on the counter hoping it was enough (it was 3 times to much) decide to...