New costume new life.

Paul growls in frustration as he fails to squeeze into the pirate costume. It’s not like he is a particularly big guy, at 5’9” and with his skinny build it should have been easy to find something. It was no good though none of the costumes left in the store fit. They were either all way too big or much small. He he blames himself for leaving everything to the last minute. As he pulls on his pants he thinks about just walking out and giving up on the while idea. With a shake of his head he rejects the idea. He really wants to go to this party and the policy is famously strict. No costume no admission. The University Halloween balls are legendary, if he doesn’t go or if he turns up in an inferior costume he’ll never hear the last of if. With a sigh leaves the changing room to find the store clerk waiting for him.

“Any good?” she asks

“No such luck.” he tells the petite girl with a sigh “I can’t believe it the party starts in an hour and not one costume fits me.”

The girl gives him an apologetic look and take the rejected pirate outfit and folding it neatly before saying. “Umm, there is maybe one more costume you can try.” sounding uncertain “I mean if you want, you might think it’s a bit weird.”

“Right now I’ll take whatever you’ve got ,” Paul admits. “I really want to go to this party and I can’t show up without a proper costume.”

“Okay then if you are sure you want it just wait here a sec.”

She disappears into the backroom and reappears a moment later with a pair of high heeled boots and an arm full of shiny black fabric.

“Um what is that?” Paul asks a little taken aback “Aren’t those women’s boots?”

“Well, yes” she admits “ these are from our women’s range but they are your size.”

“I don’t know, cross dressing isn’t my thing…” Paul tries to object.

“Nonsense, it’s a costume party I hardly think you’ll be the only man in a girl’s costume.”

“Um I guess…”

“At least try it on, I guarantee this one will fit,” she pleads  “How about II give you my staff discount, I’ll even throw in some accessories for you.”

“Okay, okay” he laughs “ I give you can stop twisting my arm,”

He takes the bundle of clothes and retreats into the changing room. He finds that as well as the boots she has given him a bra a pair of panties and a sleek vinyl catsuit. His male ego balks at the idea as dressing as some kind of kinky dominatrix but he has never been one to back away from a challenge. Resolved he sets the boots down and strips naked. He pulls on the bra fastening it behind his back on the third attempt. The bra has extra padding sewn into it giving him a rough approximation of breasts. Likewise the panties pad out his hips and butt and flatten the normal bulge in his groin. The they are not exactly comfortable but they do their job giving his figure a female look.

He grimaces at the idea of pretending to be a girl but doesn’t stop next he puts on the main part of the costume, a black cat suit with a zipper up the back. He squeezes into it finding it pinches a little and holds his body tight. It covers his whole body except his head and feet, even his hands are covered by built in gloves. The gloves make it difficult for him to handle the zipper and in the end he has to ask the girl to help him.

He blushes profusely as she secures the zipper over his crotch, her nimble fingers lingering just a moment longer than is necessary over his flattened crotch. She steps back and admires her handiwork. It’s impressive he has to admit. The tight fitting suit combined with padded underwear shapes his body into the near perfect imitation of the female form.

“Heh, I’d do me” he jokes

“And we are just getting started.” the girl grins pulling out a makeup kit “by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even recognize yourself.”

She gets to work applying foundation and eye-shadow with practiced skill. She de-emphasizes his male features while painting his lips to look full and pouting. Making his eyes pop, after she is satisfied with his face she fits a wig on his head. Long scarlet hair frames his now pretty face and falls over his shoulders. He gapes at his own reflection until the girl prods him in the ribs.

“Hey now, plenty of time to admire the view later” she giggles helping him into the spiked heel boots.

Once they are on he wobbles making him worry he is going fall on his face in front of the pretty girl. Until quite suddenly he gains his equilibrium and is able to stand up straight. He strikes a pose, the girl watching him with what can only be described as admiration.

Much to his own surprise he feels good dressed like this, strong, confident, in control. He admires his reflection not quite believing the hot girl in the mirror is really him. He turns this way and that and as he does so he starts to feel different. His skin tingles all over and he finds that the suit no longer feel uncomfortable. It still hugs him tight but instead of pinching and squeezing it now feels more like it is supporting and holding. He shifts his stance and gasps as he feels a weight moving on his chest.

He brings a gloved hand to his chest and gives one of the mounds there a squeeze. He feels soft yielding flesh instead of the padding that been there a moment before. He gasps as his  touch makes his nipples harden and sparks a pleasant new sensation between his legs. His other hand reaches down but finds no trace of his manhood just a smooth flatness that gives slightly as his fingers press against it.

He’s a girl, he realizes, no a woman! He can feel his changed body and knows it’s true even without seeing it. He takes a deep breath feeling the tight suit creak and stretch as he does so waiting for the fear and panic he is certain is coming to take hold but instead he feels completely calm. In fact he feels the sense of self confidence he had felt earlier increases.

Why shouldn’t he be a woman? A voice in his mind seemed to whisper, when this was so much better. He looked so good like this, much better than the boring silly boy he had been. He shook his head trying to make sense of his thoughts but the voice seems to grow stronger. He struggles to resist but the voice is so overwhelming he can’t hold it back and after just a moment he knows he doesn’t want to. Yes this is much better; this is how it should be. His hands move over his beautiful sensuous body. It is only right that he, no; she should be admired for her beauty, her strength. Time to cast of her old life and embrace her new role starting with her name, Paul hardly seems appropriate now, Alexis, yes that will do nicely from now on she is Alexis Runestone.

She turns to the girl who has retreated into the corner mouth open in shock at her sudden transformation. She takes the girls face in one gloved hand and lifts it to the light inspecting her.

“Yes you’ll do for a start.” she says a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Listen to me girl I am your Mistress now, serve me well and I will rewarded, anger me and I will punish you.”

The girl can only nod. The first of many to fall under the spell of Alexis Runestone her Mistress leads her away to start a new life of obedience and pleasure.