Jim couldn't believe what he was going through. First, a warehouse full of transformational costumes, a new world filled fith furries, a brush with death once or twice, and now he has escaped from the order and run blindly into the warehouse again. Jim was pissed as hell that Meiou had turned him into a female rabbit and stolen his own body, or so he thought (Jim's original body never had a zipper so...what happened to his original body? Oh well...poor, blisssfully ignorant, Jim.) Jim looked about frantically in the warehouse trying to find a costume he could use to slip passed the assassins of the order. As he searched through the racks and racks of skinsuits, he noticed a copy of himself hanging on a rack.
Jim's bunny eyes grew wide and he entertained the idea of putting it on and trying to head back and resume his old life, but how could he do that when he knew he was changed underneath. It didn't matter how good the disguise was or how well the zipper was hidden, Jim would know the truth. Jim decided then and there he would stick this out until the end and get his old body, his real body, back from Meiou, or whoever he/she/it was.
Jim continued to look around the warehouse and he saw a suitable disguise that also turned him on. It was the costume of a voluptuous and aluring anthromorphic vixen. She had a pattern shaved into her right arm and it was then stained with some form of black ink to emphasize the symbol of the Order of the One. The symbol looked like a three armed pinwheel with an eye in the center.
Jim, the small bunny girl (damn that Mieou), pulled the costume from the rack and stepped into it. The legs felt good sliding on over Jim's rabbit legs, his larger feet shrinking neatly to fit within the smaller feet of the vixen suit. He pulled up the suit to his waist and could feel his tail transform from a small nub to a long, luscious, furry tail. He placed his arms into the armholes and drew the one piece suit up to his shoulders. As he traced the zipper up the length of the vixens body, he could feel the vixens trim figure hug his sides. He pulled the mask into place and zipped the suit up to his chin where the zipper was effectively hidden from plain view. He looked in a nearby mirror and was aroused by his own view of himself (herself) a naked, red female fox.
Jim noticed that the fox suit included some clothing, so he began to put them on as well. Calf length leather boots, a short leather skirt, and a leather bustier with a short zipper holding it together. There was also a belt that fastened around her hips at a slight angle. On the belt was a knife sheath and a sword sheath. Jim the bunny girl was pleased with his choice of disguise and hoped he could just walk out of the warehouse, or pretend to be searching it when the other assassins arrived and slip out then.
Jim's only problem was that he had not been around to get Aluara's lesson on how to attune himself to bodysuits. In fact, the real Jim didn't know Aluara wasn't who she claimed to be. Jim knew his disguise might pass a visual test, but wouldn't hold up against any true scrutiny. Jim grabbed a nearby leather bag (to match his outfit) and stuffed a couple more skinsuits in it, including his own copy. He didn't want to waltz into the Inn wearing a vixen assassin of the Order. Jim was commending himself for his cleverness when...
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