There sure were a lot of zombie costumes here. But what you really wanted to be was a mummy.
Lucky Mummy rags were in the same section as zombies. So you grabbed a whole role and moved into the dressing room.
(You failed to notice that the mummy rags were clearly labeled for a female.)
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You get to a dressing room and undress. Once that was done you start rapping your naked body in the mummy rags head to toe leaving no skin showing.
Finally covered you look in the mirror. You definitely look like a mummy, but a little plain, maybe you can add some props.
Your about to start taking off the mummy rags when suddenly they start getting tighter, and tighter.
It states to get hard for you to breath so you try to take off the rags by force, only for them to get even tighter.
What’s even worse is that the rags begin to move on there own like snakes all over your body. You try to scream only for a rag to move into your mouth making a gag for you that taisted like cloth.
They got tighter and tighter in certain places, moving your body mass in uncomfortable ways, one of those ways was moving large amounts of your stomach fat to your hips and waist, some even going into your chest area, much to your own embrace ment watching breasts grow right in front of your very eyes. It also squeezed your neck, forcing your Adam’s apple deeper inside no doubt making your voice much more feminine.
While your neck was being squeezed, the rags also crushed your balls, the rags them selves squeezing them like a vice, and other partially your thighs getting bigger and bigger, you try to get the rags off and spare your self the intense pain, but it was useless. Your hands were weak and girly, like your arms.
You bite down on the rag in your mouth, grinding your teeth hoping to break the rags, but it was no use, the rags changed your once proud male d*ck into a puffy pink female vigina complete with overies and a uterus.
You begin to sob in your weak girly voice as the rags finally finished up and moved across your pussy like sandpaper sanding away the last remnants of what might have, at some point been a bulge.
Now that was it. You were no longer male.
You had a vigina and breasts.
The rags now begin to move on your face. At this time they blind you and started squeezing harder around your neck causing you to fall backwards and pass out from a lack of oxygen.
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When you finally regain consciousness you aren’t sure how much time has passed, or if your eyes are open since you wake up in darkness. You sit up and slam your head into a stone roof.
After clutching your head and waiting for the ringing to stop, you put together your likely inside a stone sarcophagus.
You feel around the edges and find an opening for you to pry the lid open. You get the lid off and let out a large amount of dust and dank smelling air into the larger chainber outside.
You peak out over the edge of the sarcophagus and see you are in the center of a large stone room covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics with four lit torches on the walls providing plenty of illumination.
You sit up hear an unhealthy amount of clicking from your bones. You look down and see you now have less rags on than earlier. What you are wearing now could probably be called female Mummy underwear.
It covered your B to C cup breasts, with a gap showing your midriff. It covered your crotch and thighs as well as bandages around your legs and the palms of your feet, leaving your heals and dainty toes exposed. Speaking of toes, you wiggle yours mesmerizing, someone had painted Egyptian symbols on your toes in gold and black paint, they were very detailed and cute looking.
Now to focus on matters at hand, you remember from school that when someone was mummified they took out the heart and brain, you stick your hand under the bra rapping and felt your squishy chest.
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You had no heart beat. You keep your hand there to make sure and don’t feel anything.
Next you knock on your head and hear a distinctively hollow raddle between your ears, with what was possible a few bugs in your head moving around.
You stand up step out of the sarcophagus only to bring your foot back in once you feel just how cold the stone floor really was in this room. You decide to sit in your sarcophagus for the time being.
You look down at your body, you where a fairy sexy female Mummy. Tan skin, nice hips, decent breasts (b- c cup size), big ass, cute painted feet. The way the rappings cling to your skin like it was a part of it was even sexy. If you had to be an undead mummy girl, you wouldn’t pick be one. But this was still a nice body.