"Hold on a moment." You say, and the attendant smiles at you.
Flipping out your wallet, you pull out a ten dollar bill and hand it to her, folded in half.
"Thank you very much!" She says with another smiles, and promptly leaves your room.
You sigh, and walk to your bathroom. Turning on the tap, you wash your face and look into your reflection in the broad bathroom mirror.
"Grandpa, what is this..?" You mutter to yourself, and you momentarily glance upwards, as if looking up to Heaven.
You place the Costume Set box on the bathroom sink and open it, revealing the pen, the material used to make it shines a bit in the light of the bathroom.
Picking the pen up, you turn it over and examine it, noting a marking on the body of it, you hold it up to the light to get a better view.
Subdue.. the marking spells out, the colour used to contrast it from the black plastic is faded out, probably from use.
Subdue? What the hell does that mean?
You sigh and drop the pen back into the box, and strip yourself to take a shower.
Warm water runs over your body as you relax, scrubbing yourself gently with some very expensive-looking lavender soap.
You put the soap down, and look at your feet, washing off the suds, you feel much better now.
The feeling of sadness ebbs at your mind still, you wish Grandpa was still here, the least he could do was explain the Costume Set a little more.
You wonder is Dad knew about this, Mom probably wouldn't know either.
You shampoo your hair quickly, running your hands through your hair. It's long, you realise, you hadn't cut it in a long time.
Washing it out, you finish and turn the shower off, steam rises from the floor and the mirror's been fogged up.
You get out of the shower and wrap a fresh towel around your waist after you dab up some droplets from your shoulders and chest.
The C-Set is still there, you wish it wasn't. What are you going to do with this thing?
You dry yourself off quickly and open your suitcase to retrieve some clothes. You put on boxer shorts and a black t-shirt.
Yawning, you make your way out of the shower and clamber onto your bed. Finding the T.V remote control, you quickly turn on the T.V on the stand opposite.
" Late Night News at 10! Goodnight and welcome to Late Night News at 10 with Dianne Be-.. " You drone out, your senses hazy. You quickly fall asleep.
A knocking at your door awakens you, and you glance around your room. The T.V is showing a cartoon about a grey cat chasing a brown mouse..
"Room service!" A feminine voice calls out, patiently waiting.
"Coming!" You reply, and you scramble to pull on some pants as you make your way to the door.
You look through the eyehole and see the attendant's pretty face, this time a different girl's come.
She's got long dirty blonde hair and a slim face with a short nose, her eyes are pretty and a dazzling blue.
You unlock the door and open it, she's holding a small tray with a large jug of water and a freshly made sandwich.
"Good night sir! " Her high-pitched voice sounds, she's very friendly, you can already discern from her tone.
"Haha', good night. Thanks a lot ma'am." You nervously reply, taking the tray.
You realise that this is the perfect time to try out the Costume Set, maybe your Grandpa isn't mad after all.
But what if it doesn't work, this would be extremely embarrassing for you. You decide to risk it regardless.
Setting down the tray on your bed, and look back at the attendant.
"Please come in for a second, I need to get something from the bathroom." You quickly say, moving to said bathroom.
"Sure. I'll be right here." She gladly replies, her tone is disturbingly enthusiastic.
You enter the bathroom and quickly grab the pen from the already open box.
You press the button to make sure it works, and a low hum comes from the device.
Weird, nothing happened except for that sound. Whatever, let's hope it works.
You exit the bathroom and find her standing besides your bed, looking at the T.V. She notices you and smiles as you approach.
Her eyes flick to the pen as you raise it towards her, and she frowns with a nervous smirk.
"Uhm, s-.." Her question cut off as you zap her with the pen, her body crumpling into a pile of clothes and skin.
Your eyes widen in surprise at it worked, and you begin to laugh.
"Grandpa wasn't insane!" You're happy that it worked, and your eyes fall upon the skin.
You quickly cease laughing and frown deeply, looking at the mess of hair covering the crumpled uniform and apron.
The sight is slightly disturbing to you, and you're hesitant to go near her, but you carry on.
Picking up the skin, some of her loose clothing slides off, and you have some trouble stripping her further.
She was wearing a bright red thong, with a matching bra. You giggle childishly to yourself.
You notice a slit in the skin's back, and you pull it open slowly, to avoid damaging the skin.
The slit expands as if elastic, and your eyes widen in amazement.
Quickly, you stin your limbs into the skin, pulling the tight material over your flesh, it melts and fuses with you.
"Gah! What the heck!?" You quietly say in astonishment as you take on the attendant's form.
You feel the weight of her breasts on your chest, her breasts are moderate in size, C cup, you'd imagine.
Your now slim and manicured hands would grope your breasts, and you moan slightly, your voice still masculine you blush.
The absence of your equipment disturbs you, your hand explores the new cavity that is between your thick legs.
Feeling the lips of your new vagina, you jolt your hand back in shock, and bend over to see.
In an awkward position, you begin to laugh as you straighten yourself.
"What am I even doing.." You mumble as you pull the mask over your head.
The mask fuses to you, as expected, and your face melts and forms that of the attendants, you feel your face moving almost, your throat also moves.
The slit at the back melted together, though you hadn't noticed. You adjust the mask as you push and pull the flesh of your new face, fitting everything.
"This is going to be awesome." You say, but you're surprised as the attendant's friendly voice is emitted, and not your masculine voice.
You moan lithely as your fingers caress the insides of your pussy, fingers yourself enthusiastically, your free hand grips one of your hard nipples and squeezes.
Your body shivers with ecstasy as you thrust in and out of yourself, your fingers massaging the walls of your vagina routinely.
You lay halfway on the edge of your bed, your knees bent as you clamber to support yourself, you find your muscles weak.
A warm feeling bubbles up inside of you, and it quickly intensifies to the point where you can't take it any more.
You blonde hair scatters over your face as you scream, biting your lip to supress it to the best of your ability.
Your ass thumps as you hit the floor, your chest heaving as you inhale and exhale rapidly, having climaxed violently for the first time.
"Is this what Grandpa meant..?" You wonder.
You get up, regaining your composure, your body moves with an almost natural grace, muscle memory, you'd imagine.
Your fingers massage your face, you will the suit to open, and it does, as if almost by your command.
Your fingers fold the now loose skin of your face together inbetween them, and you wrench the skin off of your head.
It slides off quickly with a wet noise, the girl's hair fluttering about, hanging down as her face hangs from your neck.
You quickly strip down, pulling off the girl's skin, and you lay it out on your bed.
Your chest heaves as you breathe deeply, you sit on your bed, still dressed.
"How did I do that if I was still wearing my clothes..?" You realise you forgot to strip yourself before putting on her skin.
Dismissing the thought from your mind, you wonder what to do next.
You grab the pen from where you had put it, and you look at the inscription again. Subdue.
You realise that it means this is the pen that turns people into costumes, essentially subduing them.
Smiling, you grip the pen firmly and look out of the window, thinking hard.
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