Dan stepped out of the changing room. There was Sally, already dressed in her uniform. She had the same skirt and shoes, as well as a white button-down blouse and a blue sweater vest. Tied around the blouse's collar was a large red ribbon. A fluffy tan tail hung behind her, the same length as Dan's.
At the sight of Dan in a skirt, Sally giggled. "Lookin' good, girl," she said.
"Indeed," the bearded man said. In his hands were the two cups of a bra. Placed in the cups were two large peach-colored globs of a jelly-like substance. "Here's the next part of your costume."
Dan backed up instinctively. "Do I have to wear that?"
"No," the man said, lowering the breast plate. "But you might have a hard time passing as a woman without at least something on your chest."
Sally hung on Dan's arm. "C'mon, Dan, go for it!"
"These are made of a special compound with the same firmness, weight and bounce as average breasts. Your girlfriend suggested a small C-cup for you, but you can choose another size if you want."
Dan looked at Sally accusingly. "I thought it'd be funny if my boyfriend had slightly bigger tits than me," she smiled.
Dan sighed. "Those things are safe, right? Non-toxic and all that?"
"Of course, of course! No harmful effects whatsoever. The gel reacts to body heat, sticking to the skin where they're placed. They shouldn't budge an inch."
"Okay, sure," Dan said. "We've gone this far." He took off his shirt and the man helped carefully guided on the bra, setting the fake breasts contained within in their proper positions on his chest. Sally attached the bra straps in the back.
The man's wife walked over, having retrieved Dan and Sally's cat ears and wigs. "This is one of his favorite parts," she said, glaring at the old man. "Probably on account of I always keep him away from the girls while dressing them up."
"Small favors, dear," the man replied calmly.
Dan cupped his new rack, feeling their weight and squishiness. There was a constant pulling sensation from the skin on his chest where they were attached, but the bra helped alleviate that somewhat. He had to adjust his stance slightly to keep standing straight.
"Now you can go ahead and put on the rest of the clothes. Then join us over at the hair stations." The woman escorted Sally toward a barber chair. Dan went to put on the rest of the uniform still hanging in the changing room.
He noticed a small white girl's undershirt still on the bench, and decided he'd better wear that as well. Then he took the blouse from its hanger and threw it on. He had some trouble, as the buttons and button holes were reversed from the way he was used to doing up a shirt. But once he got it on, he was impressed how natural his "breasts" looked. They tented his blouse exactly like the real thing. He now sported a respectable womanly figure from the neck down.
After pulling on the blue vest, he went to join the others by the hair stations. He carried the ribbon for the blouse with him, and asked the woman for help tying it on.
After that was finished, he sat down in the chair next to Sally. He felt something lumpy underneath him, and realized he'd just sat on his tail. He pulled it out and let it drape off the side of the chair. The man gave him a toothy, silent-laugh smile, and Dan returned it with a sheepish grin.
"I did the same thing," Sally said. "We're going to have to watch out for that tonight."
Dan nodded.
"Okay," the woman said. "We don't have much time left. Ready for the next step?"