You don't, but you do try on some things.

You sit there and the silence is deafening, “Fuck this.” You say finally, scoop up everything and run out of the changing room.

The guy is there with a big grin on his face. “You chickened out, you owe me $50 bucks.”

You can't help but resist, not wanting to part with a fifty. “No, I didn't. I just decided I didn't want to be a schoolgirl. That is the kind of costume everyone goes for.” You say almost stammering.

“Right. Whatever. Okay so go pick out another costume, go back and make a wish. If nothing happens this is yours.” He wags his money at you.

You put everything back and out here everything once again seems normal, which allows you to relax. Then something catches your eye. “Okay, now that is slutty.” You say with a laugh. It is a pair of black faux leather panties that have lace sides and an open back, not even a thong up the ass crack. Pulling them off the shelf you figure if someone wore this they would just be begging to take it up the butt. Next you see a shiny little micro mini skirt that you figure would cover the ass. Both of these in hand you grab a zip front over bust corset, a pair of white over the knee stockings, and finally a pair of sling back open toe black pumps with 6” stiletto heels and about a 2” platform under the toe with a row of studs all around them.

Suddenly the guy is there leering over your shoulder, “Oh I stand corrected, that is even sluttier than the last. What size did you grab?”

“XS.” You answer. I figure I might as well make the bet as easy as possible, this says it is for a 21 to 23” waist. Mine is 48” so ya, like half of me.”

“So go put it on. Oh here don't forget makeup.” He adds laughing and points to the shelf of dark goth and bright rave makeup.

You have no idea how to put on makeup so you humor him and scoop up a bottle of black nail polish, deep red lipstick, as well as black eye liner, and shadow. “Fine.” Once you are back in the room you set everything down, but this time there is no creepy voice. Feeling silly you kick off your shoes, toss your shirt on top of them, then yank off your socks. Looking in the mirror you then set upon putting on the makeup, it looks like shit. You can't help but smile knowing you are about to get that dudes money, of course looking at the makeup bottles, if he wants to charge you for all of this it will eat up half of the money or more. Next you look over all the tiny articles of clothing and let out a blurting laugh, “Ya like this would ever fit.” But the soft white stockings are very stretchy. You slip out the cardboard that is holding them in the pack, roll them down and in slides one foot, then the next. You easily pull them up your legs without a problem. “Huh, they stretch a lot, they aren't even tight.” Looking next to the super naughty panties you pull them out, feeling the soft fabric in your hand. “Oh hell lets see what's up.” Dropping off your pants and underwear you can't help but feel silly as you step into the little loops that go around the tops of your legs, and the waist band, noting the little bow in the back. Standing up you pull them up your surprisingly shapely legs, “Huh the stockings actually make my legs look pretty good.” You say as you pull up the panties all the way, your cock hiding behind the faux leather front of the panties. Turning you can't help but smile at your bare ass, even marveling at how it doesn't seem so hairy any more. “Oh well so underwear is stretchy, there isn't even all that much to it anyway. No way the skirt fits.” You pick it up, the thing is only 11” top to bottom, and you can barely even get a leg into the tiny thing. Yet if you put your feet together you do get them inside. The soft fabric of the stockings allow the latex skirt to pull up your legs and before you know it you have it snug on your body, sure enough it covers your ass, and makes your hips and legs look amazing. “Wow I can't believe that stretched that much.”

“You all right back there?” You hear the teller yell out from the front.

“Fine.” You call back. “Whoa my voice is weird. I feel light headed.” You stumble a bit and sit down on the bench. Looking down at your feet you can't help but think the little size 6 shoes seem bigger now. Stepping into them you once again stand, teetering on the thin heels, your cute toes peeking out of the little holes in the front of the shoes. “No fucking way.” You whisper as your hand reaches out to steady yourself and you unconsciously grip the corset. It takes no effort to throw off your huge shirt and you pull the fully laced corset around your back. Looking down you can't even believe it as you slip the zipper into place, and as you zip it up higher and higher you can't seem to catch your breath. You gasp as it reaches the top and you clutch your perky breasts in your hands. “No it can't...”

The dude knocks on the door, “Want to let me in? With what you are now wearing I know your ass is begging to be fucked. Come on, open the door.”