Kyle grabbed the dress and walked into the storeroom behind the counter. It was even worse back here than at the front of the store. Piles of junk were strewn about, covered in dust, and there was a strong strange musky smell. Kyle removed his clothes, and quickly shoved the dress over his body. He didn't want to stay back here any longer than he had to. Meanwhile, Beryl tried to make small talk with the old man, preventing him from sneaking a peek at her brother as he changed. It wasn't really necessary, as Kyle returned wearing the dress in less than a minute.
"Looks good on you, " said the old man, eyeing Kyle's chest mischievously. Kyle moved in front of the counter beside his sister, to let her get a good look at him in the dress. The dress was a really tight fit, and he had almost asphyxiated himself trying to suck in enough air to allow his breasts space to enter. Beryl saw with amusement that Kyle was only able to squeeze a small portion of his massive breasts into the front of his dress. The majority of his flesh was piling out over the top, and a large amount of his areola was clearly visible.
But, that will change soon, thought Beryl with a smile. She looked at the gown more closely, and was drawn to the strange shimmering fabric. She touched it, and was surprised to find that it was not soft, but rather stiff and unyielding.
No wonder he had so much trouble getting into it, thought Beryl.
"That's an interesting fabric. Very beautiful, and shiny. What type of fabric is it?" she asked.
The old man scoffed. "Oh, that ain't no fabric, young lady. That there is leather, 100% pure alligator leather. Brand new, just made it myself. Never been worn. I was going to sell it to a friend, but ......"
Beryl and Kyle ignored the old man's continued prattling and stared at each other with wide eyes.
Brand new alligator leather, never been worn. Surely, the curse wouldn't interpret it that way, thought Beryl. It couldn't turn him into an animal ... or could it?
Kyle wasn't eager to find out, and desperately tried to pull off the dress. But it was too late. He could already feel the dress getting even more tight, as his body started to change again. He ran out the door towards the car without looking back.
"Hey, where is she going? She ain't paid for that yet!" said the old man angrily.
Beryl turned to run after him, but the old man gripped her wrist with surprising strength.
"No, no, missy. You ain't going nowhere until somebody pays for that dress. "