Arnold took several of the costumes out and laying them out on the bed, he wondered which one he should choose. Before him he had a nurse, a school-girl, a ballerina and what appeared to be a casual summer girl.
All these choices brought a certain sense of excitement to Arnold, "Especially if the attention to detail is as exact as it appears," he thought as he lovingly touched each costume.
After a moment, Arnold made up his decision and stripping down to nothing, he selected the costumes of what he thought of as a casual summer girl, hoping that whomever had placed these costumes in his closet shan't be back any time soon.
Gently, fearing that he might rip it, Arnold slowly slid his way into the costume, disturbed a little that somebody had put clothes on it and that he needed to remove the clothes before he could even put on the skin-part of the costume. And then, after he had the costume on, Arnold debated on whether he should wear the clothes, thinking to himself, "They are girl's clothes and I never really wanted to wear girl's things...just take pictures of girls naked."
In the end, Arnold decided, before pulling the mask section on, that he should at least try on the clothes, just once and for the sake of making it more believable.
Looking at the bra, Arnold tossed it on the bed, causing the mask section that was hanging off of the back of the neck of the rest of the costume to flop about. Picking up the underwear, Arnold took a deep breath and then slid them on, disturbed only slightly on how flat they made his crotch look. Next he pulled on the shorts, a pair of blue denim that button of the front.
Turning back to the bra, Arnold picked it up and asked himself, "How do girl's wear this and why would they," and then shrugging, he fastened it on, glad that clip was in the front and in between the cups.
Thinking, "I hope all bras are like that or I never dressing in another one," Arnold pulled on the shirt and then slipped his feet into the blue and white sandals.
Exiting his room, hoping that his mother wasn't home, wondering what he would tell her if she was and discovered him dressed like this, Arnold hastily made his way toward the bathroom, unsure if this was even a good idea.
Inside he closed the door and peering into the mirror, he marveled at how realistic the costume looked. Gently touching the A sized swell that was now his chest, he asked himself, "How is this possible," slightly freaked out because he realised that for some reason he appeared shorter.
Unaware that he was changing - shrinking down to four foot eleven, his weight dropping down to ninety six pounds and his age regressing back to eleven - Arnold told himself, "Might as well and see what the costume looks when it is complete," as he reached back to pull on the mask, confident that after he was done, he would probably never wear this costume again on account of how much it freaked him out.
The moment the mask was over his head the neck section touched the rest of the costume, a brief sensation flashed over Arnold and he thought it was rather ticklish. Looking at himself in the mirror, Arnold marveled at how realistic the costume was as he touched the soft, curly auburn hair that fell just past the shoulders. Next he gently touched the skin of his face and then leaning closer, he realised that one he couldn't see the seam at the neckline but also that his eyes had shifted from brown to a greenish-blue
Scared suddenly, Arnold muttered aloud, "This can't be happening," alarmed at how feminine he suddenly sounded.
"There is no way this much attention to detail can result in this," Arnold cried aloud as he lifted the t-shirt up and then unfastening the bra, he peered at the reflection of his erect nipples and slightly more pronounced areola.
Disturbed and feeling like what he was doing was somewhat dirty or maybe even inappropriate, Arnold refastened the bra and put down his shirt. Scared, he began to pace back and forth in the bathroom, wondering how it was he was going to get out of this situation, telling himself as he did so, "This isn't real. This can't be real," over and over as he slowly became aware that somebody was knocking on the front door and that the way he was moving about was how a girl would.