Dan didn't feel any more shaving was necessary. In fact, the idea of this man shaving his chest and...elsewhere...made him queasy. He was led to the changing booths, wherein he found his catgirl costume.
"You'd best use the underwear we gave you, considering you're going to be wearing a skirt. It's specially made for this type of thing. Also, put on the tail before the skirt, then the socks and shoes, and come back out. Don't put anything on above the waist just yet."
Dan nodded, then pulled the curtain shut. His school uniform was on a hanger, and the accessories were neatly piled on the bench. On top of the pile was a pair of panties. Picking them up, Dan noticed they had a puffy quality, and were shaped like a cross between regular panties and men's briefs. They also had loops around the waistline.
Shrugging, Dan took off his shoes, socks, shorts and boxers, and slipped himself into the panties. He gently tucked his equipment into the tight pouch. Looking into the mirror, he noticed the garment's advantages right away. The puffiness of the material obscured the bulge of his package, and these panties covered a wider area than normal to further obscure the gender of the crotch.
If his skirt was ever lifted up by a strong wind or something, Dan thought, at worst onlookers would get only a short glimpse. It was more than likely they would believe Dan was a female. Only a prolonged, careful look would detect the truth.
Rather satisfied with this part of the costume--and finding it surprisingly comfortable to boot--Dan picked up the cat's tail he had picked out the other day. It was a shiny black, silky to the touch. Attached to it was a thin belt. Dan realized the loops in his panties were meant to secure the belt in place. He strung the belt through and buckled it tightly in the front. The tail hung limply from his ass, with about a foot of it resting on the ground.
Dan took the skirt off its hanger. It was a pleated, white-on-blue plaid skirt with a hole in the back. Dan stepped into the skirt with a hint of trepidation. This would be the first skirt he'd ever worn, and a piece of him was still unsure about the whole drag dress-up idea. Still, he continued pulling it up his legs. He took the tail and strung it through the hole, then pulled the skirt all the way up. For a second, Dan couldn't fasten the waist because it was too small, but as he tugged, it seemed to loosen in his hands to the point where he could attach it easily. It fit his waist perfectly.
Next, Dan put on the socks. They were plain white cotton, like ones he'd normally wear, just a little longer. The shoes were polished black Mary Janes. Dan had some trouble squeezing his feet into them at first, but once he got them halfway, his feet suddenly slipped right in. They were just the right size, like the skirt was.
He was a little perplexed by this, but kept going. He fastened the shoes' buckles and stood up to take a look in the mirror. With his shaven legs, he truly looked like a girl from the waist down. The skirt fell to just above his ankles, and his tail dangled behind him. He twisted his legs around, making a few girlish poses. Already this costume was shaping up to be a winner.
He was about to grab the uniform's shirt, but stopped when he remembered the man's previous directions.