You stick your nose in another box and shudder recognising the smell as your own; it’s another dog costume identical to your own – you then have an idea, it’s a long shot but you grin as best as you can with you doggy muzzle.
Grabbing the costume you pull it out and into open and then hide, you watch as the cyclist checks through the boxes – if you had fingers you’d cross them, but your luck is in as the cyclist finds the dog costume; “haha, Max is always saying I was a bit of a dog – guess I could give it a try” said the cyclist.
You watch from your hiding place as the muscular bends over to pick up the costume, his broad back stretches the lycra suit; he takes it to the changing rooms – you follow. Your standing outside the room as the cyclist starts to strip out of his lycra suit and throws it over the chair just outside the door; you sniff it – the odour is strong you guess he’s been out riding his bike for a while.
You hear a loud sucking noise and you are surprised to see the cyclists thrown onto the chair; it never occurred to you that the muscular cyclist could have been a costume. You grab the suit’s foot with your mouth and drag it behind the cabinets. You step into the open back of the costume and lay down; as you push your limbs into each of the costumes openings and as you do they are sucked up into the suit filling out the costume. It’s not long before you’re able to stand up in your new identity, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in one of the doors on the cabinets; about 5’9”, heavy shoulders and back, plate like pecs, tight abs, and a treasure trail leading down to a already hardening dick. You flash a smile at your reflection, admiring your jet back gelled and spiked hair, expressive eyebrows and strong jaw line covered by a bit of stubble. You let out a groan in an unfamiliar voice as the costume pulls itself together, sealing you inside.
You quickly walk back to the changing room and gingerly peek around the corner, just as the guy is pulling on the last of the dog costume. You quickly rush in taking the guy by surprise; grabbing the back of the costume you pull it together sealing him in. Dropping to all fours he turned and realises what’s happened, he tries to shout but only a growl come out of his muzzle, You quickly snapped on the collar and leash knowing this would change the way he thought and make him more passive. The change was instant he stopped growling and looked up at me panting and wagging his tail, you rubbed his head and scratched his chest and said “They’ll never know it’s not me inside the dog, and I’m sure Jack will take care of you, besides I’ve got to get used to this new identity myself”.
You tie your doggy substitute’s lead to the door handle and pull on the lycra cyclist suit, enjoying the way the damp material clings to every last muscle and crevice, your new aroma fills your head as you feel more and more at one with the costume; and then it clicks. You suddenly realise that you are able to access all the costumes memories, abilities and traits. You quickly realise that this wasn’t a costume originally, but a real person changed into a costume and the guy now residing in the dog costume had taken over the original guy’s life, and now you were in his shoes so to speak.
Suddenly jack walks in “Ahh there you are” he looks at the dog. Taking the leash he jerks it and the dog obediently trots around and sits at Jacks feet. You smile to yourself, it’s obvious that Jack doesn’t realise that the dog sitting at his feet isn’t you, or you’re inside his close friend Lewis.
He leans over and kisses your neck, a strange sensation rushes through your new body...