There was something strange about the costume, but Brian was at a loss to figure out what. Reaching for the plastic bag, curious about what was in it, he thought about how it was possible that he could feel the clothes, hear things from the ears and why the tail extending off the seat of the shorts now felt like it was actually attached to the leg section of the bodysuit. Opening the top of the small bag, unable to answer the hundreds of question bothering him, Brian peered into the bag and, not sure what he was looking at, upended the bag and poured the contents into his right hand.
“What are these supposed to be?” he thought staring at four, pointed whitish-pink things that had a flesh-coloured bit around them. Turning them over in his hand, an idea coming to him, he moved back to the mirror and with his free hand lifted the shirt up, used his chin to hold the hem of the garment up and groping with the front of the bra a bit he eventually undid the bra clasp.
The small lumps of flesh that he somehow knew were what the bra referred to as AA exposed, Brian took a deep breath as he stared at them. Comparing the nipples to what he was holding in his hand, running a finger over one of them, he reached up and touched the nipple of the left small breast. Sensitive and tender to touch, a shiver running down his spine, Brian wondered why the costume came with four extra nipples. His eyes drifting up to the tips of the fox ears sticking up out of the hair, then gazing at the tail hanging down, it suddenly dawned on him that they were extra nipples not to replace anything, but to further the image of the costume being part animal.
Worried they would be as tender and sensitive as the other nipples and not knowing exactly where they would be placed, Brian stated, “I’m not wearing these,” then clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Is that my voice?” he asked himself, his voice slightly muffled. “Why do I sound like a girl? And when did my voice shift?”
A feeling of terror washing over him, Brian slowly lowered his hand and peered at his reflection in the mirror, studying it intently. The shirt still tucked under his chin, small breasts still fully exposed, the realism of the costume starting to not only bother him, but also scare him, Brian thought that maybe he should take off the costume and come up with something to tell Bethany as to why he wasn’t going to wear it.
From within the bathroom he heard the shower switch off and knowing he had about ten to twenty minutes, as his girlfriend’s bathing schedule hadn’t changed hardly at all since they’d moved in, Brian felt the ears swivel as he listened. Not paying attention to the way the ears were moving, his mind occupied with the thorny issue he was facing, Brian tried to come up with a reason to tell Bethany as to why he refused to wear the costume. Drawing a blank, he turned away from the mirror. Not even bothering to refasten the bra, he let the shirt drop back down, moved over to the bed, sat down on the edge and immediately leapt up.
Agitation mixing with the fear he was feeling, he gazed down at the shorts. Until now, he hadn’t paid given much thought to the genital region of the costume. Now, when the shorts had pulled up and pressed into the area between his legs, he was all too aware of the placement of the female privates as it had felt, well he was reluctant to admit it, but kind of pleasant to have the fabric pressed into his vulva, which made him seriously wondered what a pair of soft panties would feel like, believing they would actually be comfortable.
“Oh, shit,” he thought. “My vulva?! A soft pair of panties being comfortable?! Did I really just think that?” and running his left hand through his hair Brian slowly sank back down onto the bed, making sure as he did so that the shorts didn’t ride up again, something that wasn’t easy to do, and the tail was resting next to his leg instead of pinched beneath him.
Awash in more feelings than he was sure he’d ever felt in one sitting, Brian found himself overwhelmed. Listening as Bethany moved about in the bathroom, he flopped back and staring up at the ceiling, placing his right hand on the exposed skin a bit above his abdomen he wondered aloud, “What am I going to do,” and, not paying attention to what he was doing, idly began tapping four different points on his chest.
Unaware of how deep the magick of the costume was working on him, Brian listened to Bethany. Curious to know if she had begun putting on her costume, feeling he should warn her that there was something off about the outfits, he didn’t move as he considered that maybe it was his costume and that putting on something that made him look like a girl was somehow effecting his mind. Closing his eyes, Brian let his mind wander. Knowing that whatever he decided, it would have to be soon, he opened his eyes and figured that the first thing he should do is take off the costume. Standing, Brian reached down and undoing the buttons on the shorts, he reached back, loosened the leather thong in back and pushed down on the shorts.
After he’d removed the shorts, of which he was careful to make sure they didn’t yank on the tail as he removed them, Brian placed them on the bed, then reached up under the shirt and easily removed the bra. Tossing it on the bed next to the shorts, he reached down, grasped the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and over his head, causing it to become turned inside out in the process. Pitching it onto the bed, he was about to start looking for the seam that separated the leg section from the torso section when he stopped and swore.
Mind in a tizzy as he stared at the four extra nipples that now occupied his torso. Trying to figure out when he had put them on, and why, Brian groaned and muttered, “It’s not important,” and running a hand over his abdomen, searching along his waist, he tweaked and picked at the skin.
When it became clear that he wasn’t going to find what he was looking for, Brian felt like was about to scream. Darting to the mirror and gazing into the reflective device, he ran a hand over his neck, confirming that it was also seamless. Reaching out and placing a hand on the surface on the mirror, which felt cool against his fingers and palm, Brian leaned against the reflective device and asked himself, “What is happening and what am I going to do.”
From behind him, he heard the bathroom door open. Eyes flicking in the direction of the sound, watching as Bethany, now dressed not only in her bodysuit but also the outfit that went with it, Brian was about to ask her about it, but before he got a chance, his girlfriend said, “These costumes. They’re pretty amazing, aren’t they?”