Seems you are all woman.

As your perfectly manicured black nailed slender finger brushes the folds of your brand new pussy a shiver runs up your spine that curls your toes in your high heel boots. For nearly a minute you just stand there running your finger down the length of your smooth hairless pussy, the soft fabric of the g string caressing the back of your hand as you do. “This can't be real. Can it?” You ask your new self in the mirror. Pulling your finger back out you can't resist and give yourself a little taste, “Nice.” You say softly with a smile. Staring at yourself you stick out your tongue, untie the shirt and check out your nice tits, and generally turn around and pose till you have taken it all in. “Holy shit I am hot. Kind of a slut too I think.” Then tapping your heel you decide to go ask the man that made you come back here what the hell is going on.

Tromping out of the dressing room you walk right up to the man that works there and demand, “What did you do to me?”

He turns to look at you, his eyes starting at your face, rolling down across you to your feet, then back up. Finally he says, “Turn around.”

Bewildered by his response you do as you are told and give him a little slow spin. “Are you going to answer me?”

Finally after clucking his tongue he says, “Looks pretty good to me. Fits perfect. Sure it makes you look like a total slut, but that was what you were going for right?”

“Wait? What? When I walked up to the counter what did I look like?” You ask, it suddenly dawning on you that if you were a girl when you walked up to the counter that would make his earlier reactions to you make a lot more sense.

“What do you mean? You know you are hot, you don't need to fish for complements. Do you?” He answers his tone indicating that he finds you a little annoying.

“That voice, it happened then?” You ask quietly and he gives you a look of confusion as the only answer.

“Look, are you all right? I mean I might prefer guys, but not even I would say no to that tight ass.” He laughs trying to ease the tension in the air.

“What no.” Then looking his strong form over something inside of you does feel a little twinge of desire. “Never mind.” Then after a pause you say, “I suppose I should go take this costume off.”

He smiles, checks out your ass one more time, then says, “If you need any help just yell.”

You let any further comments get lost as you head back into the dressing room to gather up your things, take all of this off and change back. Once more down the little hall that leads to the last stall where you were moments ago. Pushing the little door open...