The girl.

Looking at the two you can't help but find the man quite intimidating and head up to the sexy woman. She smiles as you step up and asks, “Can I help you sweetie?”

Setting everything on the counter you look up at her, it is very strange, this close she seems so much taller than you would have guessed. With a little gulp you say, “I'll take this stuff. It's for my girlfriend, she is a slut.”

She smiles a wide grin that seems almost like a cat looking at a mouse, but simply says, “I am sure she is.” Holding up the little dress she smiles and adds, “This is going to look mighty sexy on you.”

You almost **** on your tongue and say “Ya right like it could fit me. Come on. Why would I buy clothes this small for me. Sheesh.” You lie sweating for some reason.

She laughs, with that same evil grin, “Just messing with you. I know it is a costume, I was just kidding. Besides girls that dress like this are usually pretty hot.” You stare at her trying to figure out if she knows you are really thinking of trying this all on. Once she has it all in the bag she smiles that wicked smile and suddenly asks, “You sure you don't want to try this stuff on. If you get it home and it doesn't fit we can't take it back.” She seems so serious you just stare at her for a second and she asks again, “Well, want to go back to the dressing room and try it on, it is just right over there.” She points to the little archway leading back to the woman's dressing rooms.

“Quit making fun of me.” You fire back and turn to storm off.

She laughs again and walks around the counter and grabs your arms. “Here you go.” She tugs you over to the dressing room and pushes you in, then turns and walks away laughing her head off.

Plopping down on the small bench seat you look over all of the things you picked out. “What the hell am I doing here?” You ask yourself quietly holding up the tiny strapless dress. Holding it up to yourself it is crazy tiny, not even covering your torso. “Does it stretch or something?” You say out loud, and set it beside you. Then you pick up the striped stockings. “These probably stretch I suppose.” Kicking off your shoes, then your socks, and last you decide to drop your pants, you peel the stockings off of the little piece of cardboard that they are on and pull one over your left foot. Carefully you pull it up your leg right up to the center of your thigh. It fits just fine, and hell looking at it, you can't help but think it looks kinda sexy. Smiling you grab the other one and pull it up as well, lickity split. “Funny.” You can't help but think it is neat how skinny the stockings make your legs look, and soft too. Grabbing the other little package you pull out the arm sleeves and pull them on as well. They cover your arms to high on your biceps and down over your knuckles with a black strap around your thumbs to hold them in place. With a little laugh you then get into the whole thing and grab the black nail polish and lipstick and put it on, much faster than you would have imagined. “This is easy, why do girls make such a fuss about it.” Setting it back down you grab the little pencil and with shocking ease line your eyes as if you had done it a thousand times, then grab the dark red eye shadow and put it on as well. Sitting there looking silly in the mirror with your t-shirt, underwear, sexy stockings, sleeves, and makeup you find your hand wondering to the tiny dress. With a tug you get it to stretch just a little bit, and you look it over. It has an open back that is laced from top to bottom, with similar ribbon laces up the front to make it nice and tight. It rises up to just over your breasts, being held up, you imagine, by the laces and by simply being crazy tight. You aren't even sure how exactly you put it on, but guess that you basically just step in and pull it up, then tighten everything till it is just right. “I bet this would make anyone look like they had tits.” You laugh with a cute little twitter.

Setting it back down you pick up the high heeled sandals. They can't possibly fit. But what the hell you take the right one and slide your foot into it. Then reaching around your ankle you buckle the two little buckles that lock the strap. Holding out your foot, the pink of the stocking peaking through the open toe, “No way.” Is all you can say. Picking up the second you pull it on and buckle it tight as well. Looking back at the dress you spot the little ruffled pair of petticoats, one black one pink, and say, “Fuck it.” Pulling them up your sexy legs, you pull them all the way up till they sit on your hips. Taking a little while to widen the laces in front and back you make the dress as big as it will get. Holding it up you still know it won't fit, but with the stockings, sleeves, and makeup you are feeling just silly enough to try. Holding it down, you step into the dress. Teetering on the crazy high heels you struggle and wobble a bit, then step the other leg in. Pulling it up it catches on everything, your knees, the ruffles of the petticoats, then your ribs. But you do get it up. “Holy shit I got it up.” You say with a laugh.

Suddenly the laces begin to whirl in the air. You look down as a wind you can't feel has them swirling. Then the dress begins to tighten. “Ouch, stop.” You say to no one. Grabbing you try to pull at the laces to stop them, but they have a mind of their own, and they lace tighter and tighter, till you are sure you can hear bones snapping. “What is happening!!” You cry out and fall down. It keeps tightening more and more till the back closes and your tits seem to push up and fill out the top till they are straining at the fabric, giving you quite a bit of cleavage with what seems to be big full breasts. Finally it stops and your chest is heaving, as your lungs finally can fill with air. “Oh god what was that?” You ask, and are weirded out by how high the tight dress makes your voice. Grabbing the seat you pull yourself up and stand. As you do your underwear simply flops on the floor. Looking down you can't help but look at them mesmerized by how huge they look. Whatever just happened must have stretched them out like crazy, your shoes even fit through the openings. Leaning back your legs touch the seat just above the knees. “Wait that seat was below my knees wasn't it?” Your voice is still high and squeaky. Looking down another thing odd happens, a lock of bright pink hair falls in front of your face. “Wait I didn't put on a wig did I?” Turning you look in the mirror and your jaw drops open. Staring back at you is a sexy, slutty looking, girl. Sexy green eyes surrounded by black eyeliner, and deep blue and purple eye shadow, a sexy perky nose with a little ring in the right nostril, sultry full black lips that beg to be kissed, perfect white teeth and a shiny silver tongue stud, all topped by a mop of shoulder length bob cut bright pink hair. “Fuck me.” You say and see her sexy mouth move as you say the words. She has a slender if not down right tiny body with big perky breasts made to look almost massive by the tight corset of the dress, plus sexy slim tummy and a sexy perky ass that seems to beg to be fucked on top of long lean legs. Her or rather your body is thin but also obviously a bit strong, and in amazing shape. Running your hands over your new abs you can feel the cords of muscle as well as a pierced navel hiding under the dress. Then your mind races further and you wonder what else is hiding. Your hands slide down your sexy frame farther till you reach under the hem of the dress, pulling it up and feel your crotch.