Without fully understanding why, your eyes keep being drawn back to the tavern wench costume, which consists of a fluffy white, low-cut blouse, a red skirt, and a corset. Curiosity overwhelms you and you find you have to try it on. Quickly, embarrassed and yet excited, you strip down to your underwear and then pull the costume on, your fingers somehow knowing how to arrange it exactly. For a moment you stand there, feeling rather foolish. You're surprised that the costume seems to fit, though it hangs awkwardly on your frame.
Suddenly the corset contracts, sending a sharp wave of pain through your torso. Pain, and yet somehow, it feels good - feels right. You can feel your belly flattening beneath the blouse, and your hips expanding as your ass becomes pleasingly rounded. The sensation shoots down your legs, reshaping them to become long, curvy and feminine. Beneath your sleeves your arms also change, becoming slimmer, and your fingers become long and delicate. Now the feeling reaches your face, you neck becoming long and graceful, your lips plump and red. All trace of hair vanishes from your cheeks and chin, while the hair on your head becomes a long mane of red curls.
Now comes the part you have both dreaded and longed for. Your nipples become bright pink under the blouse and increase in size, then rise forward upon a pair of firm c-cup breasts, tenting out the fabric. Looking down, you see a creamy expanse of cleavage swelling under the low-cut top. Meanwhile, under your skirt your manhood shrinks away into a more feminine configuration.
Standing up, panting you see a mirror in a corner of the tent and the saucy redhead reflected in it. You take a moment to preen in front of it, running your hand through your hair. You've never looked so good.