Before stopping at Duke's house, Ally had an errand to run. For some reason, Duke had decided his party would be a costume party. She didn't mind that much, as it was getting close to Halloween. She pulled into the parking lot of a costume store. A couple of days prior, after much deliberation, she had reserved a sexy vampire costume. With its low cut, it was sure to get all the boys' attention.
However, Ally was starting to doubt that decision. For some reason, being a vampire didn't make sense to her. Troubled, she grabbed the costume from the front desk, and headed towards the changing room. As Ally changed, she didn't notice the small tail that she had grown, but she did notice that her legs needed a good waxing. She finished putting on the costume, complete with plastic fangs, and examined herself in the mirror. She liked how it looked on her, but it still didn't seem right. She sighed, put the costume back in the box, and changed back into her regular clothes.
The cashier, a twenty-two year old woman with blue hair and a pierced lip, noticed Ally approaching and groaned inwardly.
Ally perkily went up to the front desk. "Hey," she paused to read the cashier's name tag, "Megan. Would it be okay if I exchanged this costume for a different one?"
Megan tried not to roll her eyes. Clearly uninterested, she responded, "Yeah, sure, whatever. Do you got a costume in mind?"
Ally looked around the store. There were hundreds of costumes here. How was she supposed to find one she liked? At that instant, a weird idea struck her.
"Do you have any dog costumes?" she asked, excited by the prospect.
"What, like for pets? Aisle 12." Megan wasn't bothering to look up from a fashion magazine.
"No!" cried Ally impatiently. "I meant like..." Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a dog onesie on a clearance rack. "Like that!" she happily exclaimed, running over to grab it.
The costume was patterned like a German Shepherd, with the back colored a dark brown, while the front was a light tan, with a patch of the dark brown fabric in the middle. It had a hood with two pieces of triangular fabric for ears, and a thin piece of fabric for a tail. Unfortunately, the costume was worn around the edges, and the patch on the front was starting to fall off.
Ally didn't care though. This was the costume for her. "I'm gonna try this on!" she gushed, and ran into the changing area once again. Megan glanced at the costume Ally had returned. It was clearly of higher quality than the onesie. Megan shrugged. Sometimes there was no accounting for taste.
In the changing room, Ally excitedly took off her clothes. She didn't know why, but the thought of looking like a dog was amusing her to no end. In her excitement, she didn't realize that she had stripped completely naked. That didn't seem to matter, as she quickly put on the suit.
She looked in the mirror. The onesie didn't look great on her. The suit was a couple sizes too big for her, and seemed very cheaply made. Plus, it left her barefoot, which was a big downside. Ally felt disheartened, but she still wanted to wear the costume. She tried gaining some confidence, and struck the pose of a dog begging, hands curled downwards into paws, tongue lolling out of her mouth. A small "Arf!" escaped her lips, but she instantly felt silly for doing so.
Ally wished the costume were better, but she couldn't wear it to the party. She felt bad for the costume, and muttered "Good Girl" as if the costume was an old dog that was just trying to do her best.
However, Ally had just said the magic words. For a brief instant, she could see a German Shepherd making the same pose she had made, begging in front of the mirror. The image vanished as the magic washed over Ally. Strangely, it was the costume itself that changed. The tears and rips repaired themselves, as the suit shrank to fit Ally's body. Fabric paws extended from the suit and covered her hands. Likewise, two more paws, this time with hardened soles for walking, encased her feet. The ears on the hood stood straight up, resembling the pointed ears of a German Shepherd, rather than the floppy ears of most other dogs. The tail of the suit went from a piece of fabric to a soft piece of foam covered in faux fur. Conveniently, there was a thin cavity in the costume's tail that fit Ally's stubby one, which allowed her to wag the tail or tuck it between her legs.
Through the transformation, the costume had gone from discount bin quality to top of the line craftsmanship. Ally barked at the mirror, the costume's tail wagging behind her. This costume was made for her.