Jim made up his mind. He was just too curious to let this kind of opportunity pass.
Draping the girl's skin over his arm, Jim picked up the satiny white dress hanging behind it, and ducked into one of the little dressing-room type thingies. Sure enough, each was outfitted with a bench and a full-length mirror. Jim sat down and quickly stripped off his clothes.
Standing up, Jim fumbled with the back of the girl skin, brushing its long red hair out of the way. He found a slight seam, which gave at his tug and opened from the nape of the girl suit's neck to the top of its shapely (if deflated) buttocks.
The slit was secured by some kind of permanent adhesive, where its edges overlapped - a glue strong enough to hold most of the time that would not rub off.
Raising his left leg, Jim slipped his foot into the slit in the skin and slid it down to the ankle. He grabbed the skin's "sock" and worked it onto his foot, marvelling at its texture as he slotted each of his toes firmly beneath the delicate, painted toenails of the skin. He then repeated the process - ankle, heel, each toe - on his other foot, and began pulling the skin up the rest of the way.
Smoothing the soft, tanned skin flat on his legs as he worked the skin up, Jim found that he had to tuck his equipment securely inside the girl costume behind its thatch of reddish pubic hair. That done, he examined himself in the mirror. It was an odd sight, to say the least; his obviously male torso and face attached to the round buttocks and slender legs of a young woman - the rest of whom was bundled out of the way in his hand!
Unfurling the skin, Jim began to work his left hand down inside the girl skin's left "glove". A moment of work was all it took, and his hand was firmly encased in the tanned hand of Geri Halliwell, her painted nails on the end of his fingertips. He repeated the process on his other hand, and smoothed out the "sleeves" and chest.
Funny, thought Jim, looking in the mirror again, The breasts don't seem flat any more...
Jim sealed up some of the seam in back, and then grabbed the edges of the suit's mask with his disguised hands. He pushed his head into the small opening until the head completely covered his own; then, looking closely at the reflection of his new pretty (but distorted) face, he began adjusting the features. The nose and eyes were about right, but he had to press down on her full lips to stick them properly to his thinner ones, and pull each of her ears back so they coincided with his own.
Reaching behind with his gloved hands, the spitting image of Ginger Spice pinched the slit shut, and regarded her flawless body in the mirror.
regarded h
Sat Nov 20 22:37:06 1999