Marjorie set the box of drugs aside and pulled the costume out of the large box. Every thing looked a little too large for her.
‘Oh well, I’ll just try it on.’ She thought. ‘Maybe I can pad a few areas to fill it out.’
She stripped out of her clothes and reached for the black thong panties. After she had pulled them on she was adjusting the crotch area when she noticed that her pubic hair had vanished.
“What the?” She cried. She quickly removed them and saw the hair slowly curl back out to its normal length. “Wow! This costume really is magic!”
Marjorie was eager to see what else the costume did and put the panties back on. She rubbed her now shaved crotch and then grabbed the leather pants. As she slipped them on her legs firmed up and grew more muscular as her ass filled out and stretched the pants until they were skintight.
She decided to test the magic and pulled the pants off. As she stood there admiring her firm legs and large soft ass she started to panic as she saw that they were not changing back. She pulled the panties off again and was relieved to see her body returning to normal.
‘I guess that all changes remain as long as I wear any part of the costume.’ She reasoned. ‘Well, enough playing around.’
She put the panties and pants back on and waited till they finished their transformations and then picked up the top. Her generous C cup breast breasts grew to DD and filled out the top nicely. She then picked up a book of reusable tattoos. She pulled the top down to expose her left tit and placed a large tattoo of a rose over it. She felt a slight sting and when she removed it there was a very realistic looking tattoo there. She then put a Harley emblem on her right arm and a thorny vine around her left.
‘That’s enough for now.’ She thought, as she looked them over. When she put the fingerless leather gloves on her fingernails grew and turned a dark red. She then picked up the long curly blond wig and placed it over her short brown hair.
She could feel her arms bulk up as she pulled the leather biker’s jacket on and zipped it up halfway. Her tits showed prominently over the top of the jacket. She then pulled the high-heeled boots on and zipped them up. As she strutted around in them she found that they were as comfortable as walking in flats.
She finished off the outfit with some dark red lipstick that caused her lips to swell into beautiful full lips and some large gold hoop earrings and the mirrored sunglasses that she had seen the model on the box wearing.
She reached into the jacket pocket and drew out a pack of cigarettes. As she lit one with her Zippo lighter she looked herself over in the mirror.
‘Dave is going to flip over this costume!’ She thought as she took a long drag and blew out a large plume of smoke.
She ran her hand through her long blond mane as she was startled by a knock at the door. When she answered it she saw a young man standing there.
“What do you want?” She demanded.
Um, I have a delivery for you miss.” The man told her. Marjorie saw that she seemed to intimidate him and for some reason it seemed to thrill her.
“I don’t remember ordering anything.” She told him. “What is it?”
“The manifest says it’s a motorcycle.” He explained. “The address is right…”
Marjorie pushed him out of the way and practically ran to the delivery truck. She saw another man struggling to get a large black motorcycle down the ramp. Quickly she jumped into the truck.
“Out of the way wimp!” She said to the man. “Let me have my new baby.” She effortlessly wheeled the cycle down the ramp and parked it.
“This is too fucking cool!” She yelled as she jumped around the shiny new bike. “It’s a softail!”
Well, it’s a FXSTB Night Train to be exact.” She smiled. She stopped to wonder how she knew this but was soon over come with excitement again.
She quickly signed for it and the delivery truck left.
Tue Mar 20 18:55:51 2001