The pink & purple colors appealed to Jim, looking appropriately girly to be Sharon's present. As he drew the costume off the rack he was surprised at how warm it felt in his hands, like it was a living thing which had gone to sleep. Looking around, he found a shopping bag full of tissue paper. He tossed the skinsuit into the bag and covered the top with tissue. Then, he simply strode out of the warehouse, doing his best to appear harmless and lackadaisical. He made out of the mall without being stopped. Score one present!
Returning to his apartment, Jim found his roommate Robb in the living room watching TV. “Hey Jim,” Robb asked, “what's in the bag?”
“Sharon's present,” Jim answered.
“Well, yeah, duh, but what did you get her?”
“A big case of mind your own business. It's a surprise, okay?”
Robb nodded. “Something for the bedroom, huh?”
“I'll let your imagination decide,” Jim answered. He went into his bedroom and shut the door. He set the bag down next to the door and went to his closet to pick out an outfit for the evening's party. Once he was stripped to his underwear and making no headway on finding a clean shirt he liked, Jim began to wonder about that strangely-warm costume. He wondered if he might be able to fit into it.
Discarding his underwear and checking to see his door was locked, Jim dumped the bag on his bed. He examined the feminine purple & pink costume. It looked very stretchy. He might fit inside. He sat on the bed and began by drawing the legs of the costume up over his feet. For all that the costume felt warm to the touch, it was very relaxing within, it wasn't too tight – and yet, it fit around his skin as tight as spandex. He pulled his feet down into the paws of the costume, fitting his toes into their assigned slots. The material felt so thin down there that he could still feel the cool of the hardwood floor through the fabric.
He began drawing the leggings up, smoothing out the folds of the suit as he went. He felt around one of his calves – it seemed to him as though his calves were more well-toned than usual and he assumed the suit was sculpted to fashion the illusion, but when he pressed into the material all he could feel was his own calves. He continued to draw the costume up over his thighs. The costume was evidently meant for someone with wider hips than he, but it still took some work to drag the material up to his hips. He noticed the costume even had a realistic vagina built into its crotch. It did something strange when he pulled it over his dick – as though his dick had been pressed down. He assumed the material was again tightening itself.
All at once he realized his feet were no longer on the floor – they were dangling a few inches above the hardwood. He decided he must have been slowly inching backwards onto the bed while donning the costume, that explained his new posture. Rising from the bed he stood up straight so he could pull the top of the costume up and over his stomach. As he rose, the fluffy tail from the back of the costume folded out. It was amazing to see how the tail swayed as though it were responding to Jim's actions. Probably some smart-technology.
Jim had a bit of a gut, but the costume seemed to flatten it out – obviously because it was bulkier than it appeared. The chest of the costume had three rows of breasts, the first two being rather small, while the top pair were C-cups. As Jim pressed the chest into place one of his hands brushed against a breast and he felt a weird sensation, as though he were fondling his own chest. But there was no way his chest could have ballooned out into those massive teats!
Finally, he drew the mask up over his head and attached its seal to his clavicle. He brushed his hands through the short, dark purple hair and felt the realistic pink cat ears on top of his head. He went to the mirror which rested behind his door so he could see how the full costume looked.
It was alarming to see such a real-looking catwoman staring back at him, but Jim chuckled. “Hi, gorgeous,” he purred. His voice sounded strange, as though he were attempting a falsetto, but that was simply his normal speaking voice. “Pretty realistic...” he whispered, his voice all feminine. He looked closer into the mirror; somehow, his eyes had become yellow cat's eyes, but the mask hadn't contained any lenses. He opened his mouth and saw two rows of sharp feline teeth with a rough cat's tongue.
All at once he was pressing all over his body, realizing that each part he touched responded as though it were his own flesh and blood. Then he took in his appearance again and, startled, saw he had lost more than a foot in height! A quick estimation placed him as having shrunk from 5'10” to 4'8”!
“Stay calm, Jim. Smile,” he said in his feminine tones. He smiled at his reflection. Suddenly, the image before him began to fade until only a toothy cat's grin remained; then even the teeth vanished. Jim closed his mouth and saw his mirror image return. “Wait a minute --!” he whispered. He tested it again. Whenever he smiled, he turned completely invisible! When his mouth relaxed, he returned to visibility.
“I don't think I should give this to Sharon,” Jim decided. “Not without testing it.” He grinned, then carefully unlocked his door and opened it. He peered out into the living room where Robb was still watching TV. Robb looked back at the open doorway but saw nothing and returned to his program.
Jim decided to test the suit's power again by using Robb as his unwitting assistant.
Sat Jun 03 21:06:09 2017