Gynoid

James place the bundle of clothes down in front of him and tried to make sense of it. It was white mostly, but it seemed less like an outfit and more like some sort of armour with lots of hard molded plastic panels on it. Wait, maybe power armour? Like some space marine? iPod white seemed to be the wrong colour for this sort of thing, but who knows!

Looking at the bundle, James had a moment of trepidation. It was all kinda weird really, dressing up as someone you're not to be recorded by a film camera so that other people could see. Still, if you don't do a weird thing now and then, how are you going to stand out? James crouched down and searched through the bundle.

He soon found a black spandex bodysuit, something that covered him from neck to toe, and an open face balaclava. Clearly the undergarment. Taking a breath, James knew what he had to do, and undressed. His shirt, trousers, shoes, socks all were put on a pile in the corner of the booth. He only had his underpants on, and in this almost naked state, he unzipped the back of the bodysuit and stepped in. The material stretched and clung to his body, but he persisted and manged to roll his legs down the legs of the suit, getting his feet into the "sock" part of it at the bottom. Standing stable now, he reached up and put his arms in the sleeves. Just like pulling on a jacket except the sleeves ended in gloves that firmly fit his hand. He reached behind him and with some struggle, got the zip all the way up the back to his neck. He felt the bodysuit all over his body now, it felt weird, but also kinda nice. putting on the balaclava was the last step. It hid his hair, and now the only part of his body that was visible was his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, not bad!

Now for the power armour thing!

"ON SET IN FIVE!"

WHAT? James thought, had he really taken that long? When was it meant to start, dammit!

Hurriedly, he jumped into the pile, and in a panicked fashion tried to put them on in whatever way worked. These bits seemed to be the legs, or shoes. Seemed to even have stilts in them to make it look taller, is this the torso? James managed to suddenly see the "entry" to the suit and jumped in feet first. After some struggling, it made more sense. His feet slipped through into these really uncomfortable shoes and his arms managed to make it to the gloves/gauntlets of the suit. So far so good, James turned to look at himself in the mirror.

The first thing that struck him was the hips, the second thing was his chest.... The suit accented his, well, "curves." In fact...

Starting at the bottom, James looked at his feet. The way the molded plastic pieces met at the ankles made it look like it was a robotic joint. It was all polished, and elegant, it was a good effect. The only problem was that below the ankle, the structure of the foot seemed more like a high heeled shoe. There was a clear heel he could feel without even having to look, and it was all styled to look like some robotic design.

Then his shins had a smooth plastic covering that even had a polished shine to them, another neat bit of work at the knee making it look like a robotic hinge, then his similarly structured thighs which led up to his ass that clearly felt padded, or at least the plastic structure seemed to stick out a bit. He put his encased hands on his hips and heard the plastic clacking off itself.

Then his lower torso. There seemed to be something blueish vaguely like Iron Man's power core, only it was over his stomach, and looking up... yeah, there was no way around it, the torso of the costume shaped up into two mounds right on his chest area. After that, James could barely look at his arms, slender polished plastic leading up to smooth hands that had a surprising range of movement.

James took a few moment to look at this, his face on top of a molded feminine body... and decided he'd had enough. Stumbling slightly on his new shoes as he moved position, he opened the booth door and saw the lady who'd given him the costume in the first place.

"Miss, there's something wrong with my costume."

"Of course there is." The woman replied, and before James could respond she'd moved behind him and was fiddling with things on the back of the outfit. There was a claps, some clicks, and suddenly.... "Deep breath" the midsection of the costume constricted, the molded plastic pieces just wrapped around him more, and with a click, it all suddenly held that way. Looking in the makeup mirror, James saw the female robot body, HIS female robot body, now had something like a hourglass shape. "There, that should keep you in and secure, now one second."

James turned to face the woman, and with that a helmet slid over his head. Suddenly, he could only see out of two small slits.

"That okay?"

"What?" James replied, his voice muffled by the thing that was now over his head.

"Look," he could feel himself being turned around, and then he saw a full robot girl costume. It had a fixed facial expression with full silver moulded lips, a mask of eyelashes and arched eyebrows, slender chin, high cheekbones, and framing the face and covering the head was something like the Lulu bob haircut only molded in place in a single solid piece. Looking at the enticing, literally sculpted face, James shifted his head to see it better, and the robot did as well. That's when he realised he was looking in a mirror.

"That's what I look like?"

"Magic of Hollywood!" A few other costumed extras passed by though James could barely see them. "Hey," the woman called, "This girl needs help getting on set, mind giving a hand?"

"Certainly," a voice responded, and James felt something take him by the wrist. "Just walk in this direction."

"I..." James was unsure, but with another tug, he felt himself stumbling in their direction so he wasn't off balance. A bit more stumbling on his heels, and he suddenly felt someone else take him by the other arm to stabalise him. James was thankful for a moment, but then realised he was being guided out of the changing rooms and into the big crowded movie set, looking like a pin-up android!