Walking up and down the long aisles of outfits, you notice that they are divided into sections. Having a uniform fetish, you decided to check out that department.
When you arive, you see many different outfits, firemen, army men, post men, delivery men, but one outfit sticks out more than others.
You pick up the cop suit. It is three sizes too big, but you figure what the heck, and decide to try it on anyway. You walk over to the dressing room and hand the outfit on the door. It consists of a shirt, pants, boots, a police cap, and a tight pair of leather underwear. You remove all of your clothes, including your underwear.
Picking up the leather underwear, you pull it up your legs. Suprisingly, it fits like a glove. Grabbing the shirt next, you place your arms through it and button it up. The shirt is very baggy on you, unlike the leather underwear. You grab the pants and pull them up, and fasten them with their built-in belt. Unzipping the boots, you tuck your pants inside of them and zip them back up. Last but not least, you place the cop hat on your head.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, wondering why you picked out an outfit three sizes to big, when you feel something in your stomach. A warm feeling begins to spread about your body.
Your feet begin to fill out in the boots so that they fit perfectly. Your calves and thighs bulge outward, strainging the fabric. Your waist remains thin, but your package does not. From it's original six inches, your cock begins to trail down your already tight pant leg. Soft, it stops growing at eleven inches.
Your shirt tightens as your pecs grow to fill it in. Your arms, specifically your biceps and forearms, grow into hunks of muscles. You flex a bicep, making it the size of a bowling ball. Your neck thickens and stubble begins to grow on your chin. Your hair lengthens into a shaggy cut, almsot covering your eyes.
You stand there, looking in the mirror, admiring the hunk that you have become. Your flawless muscles bulge with veins. Your hair falls gently on your face. Your cock could make a horse jealous.
You take out your wallet from your back pocket and read it. It says you are 6'8", have brown hair and hazel eyes, weigh 210 pounds, and are 21 years old.
With your new found body, you decide to...