Jim closed the door of one of the shop's dressing rooms behind him, and locked its flimsy lock -- not that locking it really mattered. He all but ripped off his clothes, and when he was naked he thrust his left foot past the rubbery false vagina of the Courteney Cox costume and into its left leg. To his amazement, his foot slid smoothly down the inside of the leg and popped neatly, every toe in place, inside the costume's hollow left foot. His right foot went in as easily, and he pulled up the costume's legs. His penis, though painfully erect, fitted neatly into a rubbery sheath behind the costume's fake vagina, and his balls into a snug little pocket. His hands and arms went into the costume's as smoothly as his feet and legs, and popping his head into the dark-haired hollow Courteney head came naturally. As if by a reflex he pinched shut the slit down the costume's front between the right thumb and forefinger of his Courteney-covered hand, and then watched in strange delight as without any pain or even discomfort his body shrank into exactly the right shape to be Courteney Cox's. The whole reshaping took perhaps thirty seconds. Jim looked at himself in the mirror, then looked down at his transformed body. There were a few wrinkles and laugh lines in his Courteney face, and the Courteney breasts sagged a little. After all, I'm almost thirty-five, thought Jim -- and then realized that he was thinking one of Courtney's thoughts, not one of his own. "Hi, I'm Courteney Cox," he said aloud, and allowing for his being inside Courteney's body rather than hearing her voice through a television's speaker, it sounded just right to him. "Sharon will LOVE this," he said, making himself sound like Courteney did on "Friends." "She's crazy about the show!" Jim, who now looked, talked, and even to a degree thought like the real Courteney Cox, then:
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