Unaware of what had transpired several days earlier, Ken peered about the crowded convention hall. Listening to the thousands of voices, seeing the banners hung telling people where to go to pick up their passes, upcoming events, among other things, Ken couldn't wait to put on his costume and spend the week here as an anthro-lizard. Thinking about his secondary plan of turning other people, he debated whether it ought to be people who were dressed in furry costumes or those not.
Both ideas had a certain appeal to them. Getting in line behind several others, Ken toyed with the notion of doing both at the same time. Collecting his passes and badges, along with his gift packages, he considered sticking around and exploring. But, seeing nothing was open, and nothing would be until the next day, he left the main hall. Returning to his hotel room, he placed the collected items on the dresser and turned his attention to his costume. Having not heard anything from Jeff, believing the other was still sulking and upset about his situation, Ken tried a different approach.
Stripped naked, he sat down on the bed and pulled the costume to him. Working first one leg and foot in, then the other, he wiggled the costume upward until he could insert his equipment into the internal pouch which would also allow him to pee sitting down without having to take off the costume. Giggling, glad he remembered to add the feature a couple days ago, Ken eased the costume up, adjust everything, then began inserting his arm and legs. Stopping to pull on a skull cap, he slipped the mask over his head. Feeling the back seal up, pulling everything tight, forcing him to readjust his stance so it was more feminine, Ken twitched the tail, worked the jaws, and thought, "There. Now you'll see, Jeff, this isn't so bad. In fact, I am willing to bet you'll actually have some fun. Maybe learn something," as he stepped over to a full-body mirror and began to pose and examine himself.
Jeff still not answering him, Ken didn't know what else he could do, short of forcing his friend to respond. Considering doing this, he instead marvelled at how he balanced on the two, three-toed digitigrade feet, as well as the feel certain things, such as the breeze from the air conditioner. Running a scaled hand over his bald head, he grinned, exposing a mouth of sharp lizard teeth, and trailing a claw down the side of his face, liking the soft touch of it, he thought, "Maybe this will get you to talk to me," as he first cupped the breasts, gasped as he discovered the two, nipple-less mounds of flesh were sensitive to the touch, and trailing a hand down over his abdomen, he trace a claw across his groin.
He'd been sure this would get a response. But discovering the only thing which had happened was it'd left him even more turned on, Ken stepped away from the mirror. Switching the air conditioner off and turning on the heat full blast, Ken then laid down on the bed. Enjoying the warm breeze playing over his naked body, he continued to massage his breasts as he spread his legs and dipped a finger between his legs. Playing with his clitoris, not sure when it'd formed, nor caring, it wasn't long before, tail whipping back and forth, he was diddling the cloacae between his legs. Two fingers slipped in, he pressed them against a point inside him, and with a hiss of excitement, briefly wondering what'd be like to have a male's cock instead of his fingers, he cummed. Coming down slowly afterward, he whispered, "Wow. I didn't realise how realistic a costume I made you, Jeff," and lounging on the bed, liking how the sheets felt pressed against his body, Ken sighed in contentment.
Knowing he'd have to take the costume off and clean it, he wished Jeff would speak to him. Standing, he tried ordering Jeff to talk to him. This not working, Ken hissed, "Fine. Be that way," and reaching around back, he tried to find the seam.
Not finding it, he stepped back over to the mirror, turned so his back was to it, and peered over his shoulder, he again tried to locate the split up the back. Growing alarmed the longer he looked, and the more it was becoming apparent that, somehow, the costume had ceased to be so, things suddenly started to make sense. Understanding why he could've done what he did on the bed, why the sudden need to increase the heat, why it was he could feel things, how he'd even his height had descreased, Ken dropped his hand to his side, raised them, and stared at the three fingers and thumb. Each tipped with a razor-sharp claw, he flexed them, then peered at his reflection. Whispering, "Is this why I can no longer hear you, Jeff? Is it because this is no longer a costume? But, rather, the instant I put it on, I somehow became what I see in the mirror, a female antho-lizard?"
This not what he'd wanted, Ken wondered if maybe he'd taken things too far. Giving a sibilant hiss, he then asked himself what he ought to do, and whether he ought to still continue with what he planned. Unable to answer these, or any other questions he had, he decided the first thing he wanted was a shower. A nice, long, hot shower.