For a second you hesitate and wonder why this place is called ‘Forbidden Costumes’, and why the suit seems so lifelike. For a second it seems like standing naked in the change rooms isn’t such a good idea. You shrug your shoulders and start to put on the suit feet first, pulling the paws over your feet and wondering how exactly this thing is going to fit. Oddly, as you pull your feet into it they seem to meld into the costume in an impossible fashion.
With a sense of shock you realise that your feet are melding into the suit, turning to wide paws as you pull them up to your shins. You have some trouble balancing, so you sit down on the floor and try to think about the situation. Curiously you touch your paws, feeling the rough pads, sharp claws and brownish fur before moving your claws up and down a little. You pull the suit down, trying to take it off, but it won’t budge at all. This is… insane; you think to yourself as your wonder how something like this could be possible. Without any real idea why, you decide to keep putting the thing on. Your legs bond with the suit, the bone and muscle feeling like jelly as it reforms inside the material, quickly shaping your lower legs and turning your thighs to haunches. Your backside alters dramatically as you pull the suit further up, forcing you to lie on the ground with your new legs sticking up in the air. A bestial wave of pleasure runs through you body as you notice your member entering the furry sheath, turning pinker, knotted and sinking back into the sheath as it finishes transforming. Jolting pain enters the end of your spine as the tail on the suit attaches itself to you, joining with the end of your tailbone.
You roll over on to all fours, now a dog from the waist down – possibly a German Shepard judging by the brownish black fur covering your legs. A surreal feeling washes over you when you take a couple of steps forward. Without any real reason besides curiosity you take the suit and start slipping your arms into it. Your hands join with the paws on the suit, making your fingers much shorter and tipped with sharp black claws. Curiously you touch the floor with padded paws, enjoying their feel against the cold floor of the changing room. The familiar jelly-like feeling enters your wrists and arms, thinning them out and changing them into legs. With almost a life of its own the suit wraps itself around your torso tightly, making it a little hard to breath. You let out a gasp as your insides shift and stir, turning your human organs into those of a dog and barrelling your body out into a shape more suitable for your four legs. Breathing becomes easier as your body finishes changing. The head of the suit remains there, hanging off the end of your neck, waiting to be put on.
Clumsily, you lie down on the floor and shove your head into the last piece of the suit, taking a deep breath as your face enters this strange costume. It grabs a hold of you, pressing your nose and mouth into the muzzle forcefully. Your mouth and nose elongate, running itself along the soft material of the suit. You feel your tongue lengthen into the long tongue of the suit before you lick along your sharpening teeth. Your nose shifts in shape, attaching itself to the black dog nose permanently. The rest of the head wraps around yours, stinging your eyes for a second as they change in colour and pulling your ears up into a more pointed form. Strange new scents and distant sounds enter your mind as the changes finish. What was once a dog suit is now your body, and there seems to be no way to take it off. Strangely, your human mind still seems intact.
Footsteps approach the door. A pretty looking woman enters, wearing blue jeans and a plain white shirt. You cringe into the corner with your tail between your legs, embarrassed at what has happened.
“ Another satisfied customer, would you like to see some of our other attractions?” She asks in a polite voice, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
“ Mrrgrrfff.” Was the best reply you could manage. Apparently you had lost the ability to talk, and now could only speak in barks and growls.
“ Well, we have a few places to see. There are the gardens where you could make some doggy friends, the obedience school if you want a master, the breeding pens for more intimate ideas, and the police force if you prefer working. Which will it be?” She asks in a business like tone. “ One bark for yes and two for no.”
You nod dumbly, thinking about where to go. For a second you wonder why none of this upsets you, but dismiss it from your mind.
“ The gardens…?” She begins.
Options:
1. The gardens
2. Obedience school
3. Breeding pens
4. Police force