"...drow girl. Now, you'll have a lot of places you need to go to so, lets do this quickly." She pulls out the body paint and takes your left hand. It's this oddly slick looking purple-ish shade of black. And without much ceremony she squirts it into your hand. You feel a sensation like a thousand little ants crawling up your arm as the paint begins to spread on it's own, covering your skin with itself. Where the paint goes, your skin smooths out, the paint taking on a natural appearance, hair fading and everything looking a lot softer.
You can feel it on your chest in a few moments, spreading more as she looks you over, hmmming. "Now, I'm thinking..." she holds one of your eyes open as she pulls out a pair of contact lenses. A plopping feeling as she puts one in. A moment later, she moves to the other eye. A burning sensation follows once both are in, odd given how she didn't seem very careful with their placement. "Now blink for me, will you?" You find yourself obeying as your vision goes from watery to perfectly clear a moment later, sharper than anything you had before. Your eyes are red now, containing a depth and vibrancy they didn't have before.
By now, the body paint has covered your right hand, and you can feel it slowly working its way up your neck, starting its march up your face. For better or for worse, you're still *you*, just with drow colored skin and those red eyes. Red eyes which blink in shock as your face falls under the assault. "There we go. Now, "male" or female. What to pick, what to pick?" She's looking you over closely as you fidget a little, finding yourself unable to run away. After a moment's thought, she smiles. "Mmmm, I think you'll be female."
Your face twists into a look of shock and horror. It's not that you have anything against girls, just...you don't really want to be one. But as you try and talk, nothing comes out as she pulls out a pink potion. She looks at your face and sighs, "Fine, fine, you'll be male. You can stop panicking." A sigh of relief crosses your features as she puts in a few drops of a blue potion. "Right. Open wide."
Your mouth opens of its own accord and you can feel the potion work its way down your throat. It's an odd tasting thing, but hardly bad. As you watch though, your clothing begins to get bigger on you, the room too as you feel something pressing on you, your body following. Slowly but surely you're getting smaller and smaller as she removes your shirt with a pair of scissors. Your pants fall off on their own accord as your waist looks quite svelte. Almost feminine really. Actually, it is feminine. Given the way your nipples are expanding and getting a little lighter and a tiny bit of fat begins to accumulate on your chest into a pair of mosquito bite breasts. Flat chested really.
"I-I thought you said I'd be a guy!" your voice is high and sweet. Very feminine. Your hands, delicate and small, whip up to your face, surprised at how you sound. Your face, with its delicately changing cheekbones and petite nose is rapidly gaining the feminine perfect you imagine elves to possess. On a girl, you'd be happy to see that face. But it's yours. And that's...well, it just looks weird. Something catches your attention down below though.
Between your legs, you're smaller, yes, but it's stopped shrinking. It's a delicate little thing, the tool between your cute thighs, but it's undeniably present. A hand reaches down, to feel if something else is there, but all you're greeted with is your maleness, stiffening slightly under the attention. "Like I said, you are a guy." She giggles as she places the long straight wig of silver hair onto your head, fixing it properly as she tugs your ears out to something more of a knife-shape, longer and a bit pointier. A feeling of itchiness, weight, and you're soon sporting a waist length head of silver hair.
"There, all done!" She smiles at you and steps back. You're staring at yourself. All 5'1 of you. Slender and feminine yet possessing a small tool between your legs. If not for that you'd be a girl, albeit as flat as a pancake, but...despite it all, you're still a guy. After a fashion.
"I-I..." your voice comes out pure and high, almost timid sounding. "I-I look like a girl!"
"Of course you do. But you're still a boy where it counts. Now, lets get you dressed. Do you want clothes from here or do you want to go somewhere else."
Finding you can move again, you look at her, wide eyed, not responding verbally but physically. Pulling up your too big pants, you stumble-run out of the costume shop, and, off balance, you fall into....