You decide dignity be damned, the woman's clothes were the only ones that have a hope of fitting. You go through the pile and find the underwear. They are just plain off white cotton at first but when you touch them the shimmer slightly and become dark green and frilly, with a tail hole and tail strap on the back. Feeling some trepidation you slide them up you legs and button the tail strap. When you do, you feel that same static sensation again! Before you can react your hips expand, your butt becomes slightly rounded, and you get a vagina! "Great," you think, "just what I didn't want there! Well at least there is something down there now." You also think, "In for a penny..." So you decide to put all of it on. Next you grab the bra. You had seen your girlfriend put one on before, so you know to put it on backwards and hook it, turn it right-side forwards and put the arm straps on. Once you do your breasts expand rapidly to fill the bra, feeling like someone is filling you up like a water balloon, as you gain what seems like 10 extra lbs. on your chest, throwing your balance off momentarily. You feel extra muscles developing in your back to support the extra weight. Next is the designer woman's jeans. When you grab them they shimmer slightly, developing buttons down the lower legs of the jeans and another tail strap at the top. You put them on. They are tight, almost too tight, till a mild static makes you fit them perfectly. Next are the blouse and light sweater. The blouse is a short sleeve, cream colored, v-neck satin with buttons up the back. Your smaller, more nimble fingers make short work of them. The light blue cotton sweater is last. You look in the mirror again and are amazed at your transformation, where once stood a 6'2" 215 lb. human male athlete now stands a 5'3" 115 lb. fox woman. A fox woman that that looks like she just walked in off the streets herself. You think to yourself, "It wouldn't be bad walking around in this costume if I wasn't stuck in it. Though I could do with a little head hair instead of all this fur." All that is left is your old clothes and the purse. You decide to ball-up your old clothes and put them in the purse for safe keeping. You do that then realize you need your wallet. You reach into the purse, and reach, and reach, and reach till you are up to your shoulder and haven't hit bottom. You take your arm out, none the worse for wear, and try to look into the bag to find your stuff. Darkness seems to come to the edges of the bag and stop, you can't see anything that might be inside. You decide that you might be able to see better if your head is inside the bag. So you turn it over and peer in. Suddenly, it come alive! It clamps down on your head, and then seems to be trying to eat it whole! It gets down to your shoulders, you grab the edges of the purse, it keeps fighting, finally you wrestle free. As it comes off of you head, a diamond and gold necklace that wasn't there before falls and hangs on your chest. When you finally get it off your head your beautiful, thick, curly, red-gold, mid back length tresses fall free.
When the bag came off it went flying across the dressing room to land under the mirror. You say, "Bad bag, Bad." As it rights itself and seems to float a quarter inch off the ground. This makes the bag whimper slightly. Then you glance up into the mirror and see the necklace. Then you say, "Oh, You were trying to give me a gift! You know we talked about this, if you want to give me something get my attention and put it in my hand." You proceed to coo at it, put it in your lap and scratch it under the handles. It starts to jump and purr. You look into the mirror and study the necklace and the yourself. What you see is how you have always been, a young fox woman barely 18 preparing to go to her first masquerade. No memories of ever being human. You had come to the costume maker's shop today with your magic purse, that always has what you need in it, for your final fitting. You hear a knock at the door and a young female human's voice say,"Is everything alright in there Vicky?" You switch to English and reply, "Yes Rose, George just got a little rowdy." "OK," she says, "I'm coming in with the costume now"
Rose opens the door and you see your costume it is...