Looking at the costumes in the dressing room, you see a brown and white one that you like. You undress completely, pick it up, and unzip it, leaving your shoes and clothing in a pile in the corner of the changing room. As you slide the costume on your legs, you feel the inside of it, cold and smooth unlike it’s furry exterior. You pull it up to your waist, surprised at how tight of a fit it is, and shiver as the cold material touches your junk. It feels a little loose around the butt and that concerns you a little, but knowing the muscular skunk is outside waiting, you keep sliding the suit on. It is now up to your chest as you begin to slide the arms on and that’s when it hits you. You grabbed a female suit! There are large empty parts for breasts and a wide space for ass that you don’t have! The skunk knocks on the door, “Hurry it up bro! It’s almost opening time! Don’t make me come in there!” That was all the warning you needed to finish sliding the suit on and adjusting it quickly before walking out and covering your exposed bits. The skunk man turned his head and threw you some clothes, “Put these on and meet me out front, I can show this doe the ropes.” he chuckled to himself as he said that last part. Sliding on the bra was the most difficult part, but the rest was easy.
After getting completely changed, you walk out and start your shift. The skunk man is eyeing you the whole time, making you feel very uncomfortable, but you keep going anyway. The customers you see give you complements, saying how cute you look and hoping you were a mascot for the zoo, but you just tell them thank you and keep working. You’ve worked up a sweat in that costume as you begin to smell yourself in a slow moment, but the skunk man shakes his head, you gotta keep going.
Finally closing time hits, you’ve made it through a day without breaks. He walks over to you and says, “Good job bro, you’re free to go, why don’t you go check out what hard days work has done for you?” You take him up on his advice and go back to the changing room. Your fur feels damp from there you’ve been sweating, but as you reach for the zipper, you realize you can’t find it. You can’t feel the cold material inside the suit or any of your previous masculinity. The suit had become one with your body. You touched the sweaty shirt as it touched your sweaty fur. It arouses you, as you unbutton the pants to feel your new pussy. You button your pants back up and leave the changing room, but the skunk man isn’t there anymore. You then think to yourself of all the things you can do now...