While looking around you found a red one piece female bathing suit that said “life guard” along the side in white text “life” crossed out to and “death” was written above it in black sharpie.
The suit had a bite mark in the left thigh, and the right arm strap was broken.
You didn’t believe Uncle Jack when he said his costumes were magical, and figured now was the time to prove him wrong.
If this really were a magical zombie bathing suit. Then when you put it on you would become a sexy female zombie “death guard”.
If it weren’t you were right.
Win Win for you.
You fold up the suit and also take a messy blond wig with a pony tail from a different zombie costume to complete the life guard zombie look.
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Eventually you found a changing room and got to work taking your clothes off.
Once naked you step into the tattered one piece red swimsuit.
It was a tight fit, but you got it on. You put the one arm strap over your right shoulder than complete the look with the messy blond ponytail wig.
You looked in the mirror, in the mirror you like a gie who killed a life guard chick, and stole her clothes. But she didn’t die without a fight.
The suit was very tight on your body, specifically in the crotch area. Still you weren’t a female life guard zombie.
See the costume store wasn’t ma-
Just as you thought that you suddenly felt incredibly cold. You started to shiver and hunched over.
Your body felt like it was growing, you got taller and leaner, muscles redistributed to you thighs and chest, once the pain was done you let out a relieved sigh and look at the mirror.
You are shocked to find your body looks a lot more girly now. Your thighs got bigger and your arms and hands got smaller, you rub your bigger hips with your smaller girl hands.
Maybe Uncle Jack really was a wiz—
You feel another great pain in your head and groin, your balls and d*ck get slurped into your thicc thighs, your sperm cells turn into egg cells, and fallopian tubes grow into a female whom in your guts. Your head feels incredibley itchy as the blond wig merges with your head, becoming your actual hair in a ponytail. While this happens your skin turns blue, your skin becomes ice cold and dead. Your eyes gloss over and become pale white orbs in a sunken face, your facial features alter to become more female and older, sexy and mature, but still dead. Your thighs get even bigger, even through your dead flesh you feel like you were once an incredibly sexy and healthy woman before you were infected.
Your breasts finally come in, straining the red life guard suit to its limits, the suit was to small on you, and was incredibly tight on your thighs and D cup breasts. No time to change it though as your changes finished.
Looking in the mirror your heart stops, then never beats again. You are now taller and older, your skin is pale blue with several vanes lining your body. Your breasts were clearly D cups, and strained against the life guard suit you swear was made for a B cup at least; threatening to break the final red strap on your smooth blue right shoulder. The crotch area wasn’t any better, now even tighter thanks to your increased ass, and giving you a serious front wedge you could still feel dispite being a zombie. The bite mark on your juicy thighs give you a hint to how you got infected.
Your hair was in a blond ponytail tail and your face was sunken in with cloudy dead eyes. You were unmistakably dead, but still have life by some unknown means. You run your fingers along your ice cold skin and noticed you no longer had a pulse or heart beat. You also just noticed you were not even breathing right now.
You were a sexy blue skinned blond female life guard zombie in a changing room.
You were about to say something to see if you can still talk,
When suddenly you hear someone yell your name from outside the changing booth and go to investigate.