"May as well go all out," you say. Before you put anything on, you walk out, and ask Sparky to get you some panties. A few seconds later, a bot returns with a wide pair of bikini bottoms, the type with straps that go up above the skirt. You hide back into the locker room and get naked. Pulling up the bikini bottom, nothing happens. You pull up the micro skirt, and nothing happens. The sports bra, the crop top, the thigh highs. Nothing. The only thing you haven't put on are the shoes, because they're absolutely too small to fit. The moment you try to take it off though, a pulse of arousal shoots through you. Then another. Then another. Every beat of your heart arouses you more, until you can't stop yourself from masturbating. Grabbing your erect cock, you stroke up and down. Every stroke changes you more. Eventually, your penis disappears, and you start fingering yourself, your moans shifting in pitch. You cum, but that doesn't make you stop. Your now blonde hair falls in front of your eyes, and you ahegao involuntarily.
A few orgasms later, and a couple minutes of clean up and Sparky wizardry, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your platinum blonde hair is set in an ankle length braid, with a deep green bow at the bottom. Your hyper-feminine face stares back at you, sharp baby blue eyes half closed. Bright red lipstick is resting on your soft, plump lips. Your sports bra struggles to contain your massive breasts, two perky natural globes jutting out from your chest. Your entire body is muscled, your sun-kissed skin silky smooth. Your thin waist is revealed by your crop top, and your bikini bottoms rest on your brood-rearing hips. Your white microskirt barely hides your emerald green bikini, even when you do your best to cover it. Your thicc thighs are subtly squished by the thigh highs, and your tiny shoes cover your small, feminine feet. You walk out, ready to take pictures.