“Oh but I’m getting ahead of myself. Before you make your decision there’s some new technologies that have come along since Natalie worked here.” The woman said as she motioned for Sarah to follow.
Sarah complied and was lead through a side door into a dimly lit hallway with dark-stained wood. Doors were unevenly spaced on either side as they walked along. The woman looked over her shoulder and mentioned, “The darkness helps calm clientele. Each of these rooms is for those willing to spend a little more. Ah here we are.”
The woman abruptly stops at a non-descript door and opens it. A light perfume smell comes into the hallway as Sarah enters. The room is finely decorated with seemingly soft chairs, a red round carpet, and a large desk with pictures, papers, and knickknacks organized on top. Sarah notices a slightly opened door to her right with what appears to be animal costumes.
A polite cough from the woman brings Sarah’s attention back as the woman says, “Ah you see them. This is the new technology I was talking about.”
“How to make animal costumes?” Sarah says in jest.
“Oh no, not just animal costumes, living transformation costumes.”
What was this woman talking about? Sarah couldn’t stop her mind from running with crazy thoughts.
“Hahaha!” The woman cackled before saying, “That’s the normal reaction.”
Walking over to the closet of costumes, the woman picks out a leopard from the rack. From the back, the costume was truly a work of art. The details of the body starting from the sleek stuffed foot-paws, up along the seemingly narrow legs, widening at padded hips with a rather large rear-end, to a long tail with a white-furr tip, a narrowing along the hips, and a slight increase at the shoulders giving the costume an amazing hour-glass figure. The hood dropped back revealing an open-hood - making if more a Halloween costume than a fursuit - which revealed a plush-yellow backing to the faux-fur fabric. In all the black-spotted yellow fur Sarah can barely see the zipper running along the back.
“Intrigued?”
Sarah nods.
At which point the woman turns the costume around revealing a slender white fur covered chest with very ample breasts. Sarah approaches and notices some black dots going down the stomach of the costume. Without even thinking, Sarah reaches up to touch one of the black dots but stops when she realized what they really are and exclaims, “Those are teats!”
“You are a smart one,” the woman says sagely as she puts the costume back.
“I give you or your seamstress credit, that costume is amazingly made. I can guess there are clientele that want to dress up like who they’re going to spend the night with. But you said they’re transformative and living?”
“Almost, yes, and yes,” the woman answers as she walks behind the desk and sits down, motioning for Sarah to take a seat as well. A moment passes before the woman starts to explain, “That ‘costume’ you just saw is an employee named Kendra-“
“An employee!?” Sarah exclaims as she interrupts the woman.
“Yes. Kendra is alive and very much no conscious. Her contract is for another month but in exchange, since she takes up so little room and does not eat, her pay is higher. When she’s worn, she and whoever is wearing her share her body, her feelings, and her mind. When the contract expires she will revert back to her original form.”
“You’re kidding me right?” Sarah says in disbelief.
The woman shakes her head. “As you saw that closet was almost full of costumes. Currently we have fifteen employees as costumes. As I said, when a client wears one, the two share the same body. Normally the wearer becomes the sex of the costume but in some cases both the female vagina and the animal’s equivalent of a male’s penis are present. In either case the wearee swears the climax is the greatest they’ve ever had.”
“So to put it simply, I have the option of becoming a costume?”
“That’s correct. You can be a feral or anthro animal or an animal costume like Kendra.”
Becoming an animal seemed interesting but Sarah’s body would be fucked nightly. If becoming a costume made more money and saved her body… But what if she was torn or damaged by a wearer?
“Before you ask,” the woman says offhandedly, “the costumes are very durable and can be repaired. Should your costume-self be damaged your human self will be perfectly fine.” The woman leans forward putting her arms on the desk and says, “It’s still early. If you want I can let you try a costume on so you can ask that employee questions.”
“Wear one? That seems so odd; yet intriguing…” Sarah lets the last word hang in the air before continuing, “Before you give me any more options let me just make a choice. I choose __________”