Carrie grinned wickedly as she passed her husband a bundle of burnt-orange rubber and pushed him into the changing room.
Once in the changing room John had a chance to look at the suit his wife picked for him, it was a Fox costume, one with obvious breast.
“A vixen?” John then called out of the dressing room, “Hon? Did you give me your costume by mistake?”
“No mistake!” His wife’s voice called back, “Come on! Be adventurous!”
John let out a sigh and removed his clothes, there was no arguing with Carrie once she used those words, looking at the costume John found a pair of clever overlaps in the shoulders that allowed entry, and the inside was almost frictionless.
John sat down and bunched up the right foot of the costume, as much as he could with its four-toe paw and guided his foot into it, then pulled it up just past his knee and repeated the process with the left foot. Once he had both feet in, he stood up and pulled costume to the top of his thighs, and after adjusting for his package, pulled it up to his waist.
John then untangles the arms and pulled the costume up to his chest, that is when he discovered the breast of the costume felt natural, still they got in the way slightly as he pulled the arms on like a pair of gloves.
Taking the head in both paws, John guided it over his own, after a short period of pitch blackness he opened his eyes, or rather she opened HER eyes.
Reflected back at him in the mirror was a vision of female beauty, dipped in burnt-orange latex and given fox features, the creature in the mirror had brown “sock-like” features that came up to her shoulders and upper thighs and her from the tip of her muzzle to her nether regions (including her breasts) the orange was replaced by a crème color that made her look somehow made the look complete.
The head looked human but with a small muzzle instead of a nose and chin, she surprisingly had a beautiful mane of ginger hair in a page-boy cut with long bangs that framed her cute face. Topping off the head were a pair of fox-ears that actually twitched and displayed the vixen’s emotions like the real thing.
Her tail was also ginger and swept down to the floor; it was even doing a slow sensuous wag back and forth.
The suit hugged her body, not even showing wrinkles as she twisted and posed for the John in the mirror. Even the breasts felt real to her now!
“Honey?” A husky voice that John somehow recognized as his wife’s, “You are you finished yet?”
“Yes?” The vixen placed a paw at her throat, was that sexy contralto hers?
“Ohh that voice!” Carrie responded with a giggle that was out of place to the ruff-sounding tenor, “I have got to see this!”
The dressing room curtain was flung to the side and a male fox strode confidently into the room, he had was an obvious counterpart that John saw in the mirror, with a lithe dancer’s build and long dark hair and tail his socks only rose up the knuckles of both sets of paws.
John felt her eyes drawn to her transformed spouse’s manhood and was shocked; his manhood was encased in a sleeve, a lot like a real male fox.
“You’re beautiful.” There was a look of awe in Carrie’s eyes, which made John feel funny in a way he couldn’t quite describe, it was definitely a good feeling though.
“Let’s get our clothes and go to the hotel,” John looked around for his clothes, just hoped she lasted long enough to get there, animal urges where making themselves known to her.
“Where are my clothes?” Even John’s frustrated cry sounded cute and feminine.
“Silly, animals don’t wear clothing, only humans do!” Carries laugh is more a chuckle now, “Still there is ONE piece of clothing that many animals wear.”
Carrie stood behind John and he soon felt something leather snake around her neck as her spouse buckled it into place.
It was a collar.
The Vixen looked at her new adornment in the mirror; it had a metal nametag that read “Vixi.” Both the name and the collar just felt right to her, she no longer felt naked.
“But that is to be expected of a pet fox,” Vixi’s mate continued while nibbling on her ear, “But her owners never expected their little vixen to fall in love with a wild raynard like me.”
“Raynar” Vixi spoke the name of her mate as he hugged her from behind, getting into the act of the cosplay her Wife-no-Husband wanted, It sounded like fun.
“Shall we go now?” Raynar asked his mate.
“Yes!”