They were almost out of the store when John paused. "You know, I feel pretty stupid in this pumpkin costume," he said to Carrie.
"John!" Carrie protested, "You always do this! You never want to have any fun. Can't you be silly and carefree, just this once. It's not like anyone we know is here! You're always so worried about what other people will think."
"It's not that," John said, "it's just..this pumpkin thing is just a little too cute, ya know? I feel kinda gay."
Carrie sighed. She'd been through this sort of thing before with John. He just didn't seem to enjoy the dressing up part of Halloween. It wasn't that he hated the pumpkin costume, it was that he hated the EFFORT of dressing up. Sure, he'd make a lot of excuses up, but that's what it always seemed to boil down to. Carrie took the costume from John with another sigh. "Whatever, John. If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but I'm gonna have fun with it. I'll just go get another costume, hopefully one that you won't be embarrassed to see me in. Just wait here."
Carrie stormed off, putting the costumes on the counter, trying to ignore the bemused yet uncomfortable look on the clerk's face. She headed straight to the "adult" section of the costume shop, wanting to find something to really get under John's skin...something that would draw attention to her for all the right reasons. She looked quickly, not wanting John to come looking for her. She wanted it to be a surprise. Then she found a bag marked, "Shewolf Bitch", with a picture of a snarling bipedal werewolf woman on it, and new somehow she'd found the perfect one.
She quickly ducked into a dressing room, opening the bag, but to her surprise found nothing more than what appeared to be a fur bikini. She went out and grabbed another one off the rack, but found that it also only contained the fur bikini. "Hrrmm..." she said to herself, "I guess you have to use your imagination." That was when she saw a small note in the bag, one that said, "For best results, add one full moon." She wondered if it could be legit. There was really no way that wearing a fur bikini could make you a werewolf, was there?
Well, there was only one way to find out, she reasoned, and quickly pulled off her bra, fastening the top of the fur bikini around her torso. Suddenly, she was aware of a heat on her breasts, and looked down to see it melting into her flesh. In a couple of seconds later, it was like she had never put it on at all. "Huh.." she muttered, "That's weird."
Shrugging, she dropped her panties, and slid the bikini bottom on, and gasped as the bottoms melted into her flesh as well. Her nether regions spasmed for a moment as a tiny orgasm coursed through her body as the costume merged with her. Glancing into a viewing mirror, Carrie saw her eyes flare yellow, and she let out a low growl, a reflex. Her eyes returned to their normal blue, and Carrie was once again just Carrie...or at least it would appear that way.
But this WASN'T just Carrie...this was a Carrie who knew that in precisely 57 minutes, the moon would rise in the sky. This was a Carrie that KNEW that soon, her body would shift into a sensuous predatory form. This was a Carrie who didn't care that her husband had checked the "No" box next to the question of being bitten by a werewolf. She smiled at herself in the mirror, enjoying the fact that John would have no clue what was to come. She folded her panties up, tucking them into her purse, and slid her skirt back up. She put her shirt back on, folding her bra and putting it into her purse as well. She didn't need the underwear to interfere with the costume absorbing the moonlight, the sacred, blessed moonlight, that would trigger her wonderous metamorphosis into the animal.
Now rather under the spell the costume had woven, Carrie left the changing room and headed back to the exit, a spring in her step as she met her husband.
"Decided against a costume?" he asked.
"Not exactly," Carrie replied, "Come on, let's get to Halloween Town, we don't want to be late."