The door knob shakes and you are glad that you locked it when you came in. Tail twitching, you listen as your Uncle Jack calls out, "John? Are you in there? Did you find a costume, because there's something I need to explain."
Thinking, "Yeah, there's something you need to explain," you instead try to disguise your voice and call out, "Be out in a minute," horrified on how feminine you sound.
Tail twitching you look around the changing stall, trying to figure out a way out of your predicament, but no answer comes. Outside, Uncle Jack calls out, "John, is everything all right. I have a key and can enter if there is problems. Knock once or just call out, okay John?"
You are near panic and no longer seeing a need to hide your voice, you call out, "Everything is fine. Just give me a minute, okay," which bothers you because of how much you sound like a girl.
"Okay, but do hurry. There's something I need to explain before you get in trouble," Uncle Jack explains calmly to you.
Panic, you look around, desperate for a way out, but short of climbing over the walls, you see no way out. Reaching for the duffel, which you had set back down on the bench, you begin to pull from it the pants, shirt and sneakers, telling yourself, "I'm not going out there wearing a ballerina outfit."
Shedding the ballet costume, you gaze in the mirror and it amazes you slightly how tiny you look look, but at the same time you look tall. Holding your legs together, you take in the fact that you can just make out the faintest hint of your vulva, but for some reason you quickly come to the conclusion that you've seen yourself like this all your life and it's nothing new and instead begin to dress.
The jeans are really tight, especially in the crotch and instead of buttoning in the front, you find that the button is in the back, right above your tail. Liking how the jeans look in the front with the pockets placed in front instead of on the side and how they press into your crotch, you decide to skip wearing the thong and stuff it, along with the ballet outfit and slippers, into the duffel. Next you pull on the white t-shirt, which has a slight v-neck line, barely any sleeves and a picture of Angelina Ballerina on the front, something you realize that you've watched and reading since you where about three.
Next you take a bottle of baby powder out of the bag and sprinkle it in a pair of bobby socks. Putting on the socks, you put on the shoes and marvel at how your socks are just barely visible and that with the tight cuffs of the pant legs, your legs look really skinny.
You are about to step out, when you notice a white jacket hanging on the back of the door, something you know has a hair piece in one of the pockets. Taking the jacket down, you hear Uncle Jack ask again, "John, is everything all right? Because there is something I need to tell you about the costumes."
Not really paying attention, busy pulling your hair back into a braid, you tell him, "I'll be out in a minute Uncle Jack."
A hint of worry can be heard in his voice as he tells you, "Okay, but there is something I need to tell you about the costumes. You know what, to heck with it. I'll just tell you." And before you can say anything, Uncle Jack begins to explain about the magicks of the costumes.
From the other side of the door, you listen as he explains that the costumes are really magickal and that anyone who puts one on automatically becomes that costume. There is no changing back and the person is stuck in that form and can not choose another costume, so they have to choose carefully. But at the same time, it's the costume that chooses the person, reading something inside that person.
Finishing what you are doing with your hair, you call out, "Well it's a good thing I haven't chosen a costume yet," your mind completely forgetting that you have chosen a costume.
Uncle Jack calls out, "John, you don't sound like yourself. Are you sure you're okay? Why are you in the changing room is you didn't take a costume then? John, please come out. I'm really worried about you. You are starting to scare me."
Without really thinking, you call out, "I only came in here to change after my ballet class," and pulling on your jacket, you reach for the door and open it.
You immediately run into Uncle Jack, who takes in your nine year old female form, your tail and whiskers and looking at you, he tells you, "I think we are both in trouble, only I don't think you realize it," and taking you hand, he leads you back through the basement, muttering something that sounds like a spell.
Leading you up the stairs, he looks at you and asks, "You're sure you didn't take a costume? Not even one costume and pieces to four other costumes?" to which you shake your head no.
Sitting you down in the kitchen, he mumbles something about being glad he had dispelled the anti-theft spell for you and then looking at you, he shakes his head, heads for the fridge and gets some drinks from inside. Pouring you and himself a lemonade, he hands you the glass and then says, "We need to have to talk," to which you have no comment, except to sit down on a stool, twitching your tail and whiskers as you sip your cold drink.