You walk down the line of costumes thinking that your uncle was just joking about what would happen if you put on one of the costumes.
As you were looking you come across a bikini that looks like the girl would be quit staked. Picking up the bra you see it was a F-cup and you wonder what it would look like on your larger body. Laughing you pick up the rest of the costume and head to the change room.
Once in the change room you strip down and put the bikini on. As you put on the bra you notice one of the straps was broken so that the left cup of the bra was just hanging there. You look in the mirror and think "this is a stupid costume, no girl would ever ware it because her tit would be just hanging there with nothing covering it and it does not look good on a man ether." But just in case it would make a difference you put on the long golden blond wig.
As you look in the mirror you know this is a stupid costume and as you put your arms behind your back to take the bra off you get a stabbing pain in your gut that almost causes you to pass out. As you regain your composure and stand upright again you see that your skin colour has started to change and as you look at the bikini bottoms you see your package getting smaller as the suit is looking more like it was made for you. Just then you feel a pain in your chest as your rib-cage starts to get smaller and the one cup of the bikini starts to fill up.
In a panic you grab at the wig to rip it off only to find that it is now your hair, and the act is making your free tit bounce quit a bit. Putting your hand on it you can feel that it is now real and as you look in the mirror you see that your body now looks like a gorgeous teen girl in a bikini that had a bra that was too small for her tits.
Looking over your new body you see that there is now a bite on your right leg with a lot of what looks like dried blood around it. You also notice that your skin looks rather pail as if you had lost a lot of blood.
You take a last look in the mirror and think I better fix this bra and get my uncle to help. You turn to leave the change room forgetting all about the bra as your mind goes a little blank only to.........