"The case!"
Closing the door behind him Ron practically ran across the creaky wooden floor, stooping low in front of a musty old couch.
Beneath the couch, hidden in the darkness and the dust bunnies, was a duralumin case. The soft silvery glint of it standing out amidst the shadows, as if calling for Ron.
Grabbing the case he pulled it into the light, flipped the latches, and threw up the lid.
A hiss of a pressure seal releasing was audible as a Freon-like gas rose from the inside.
Through the light blue smoke Ron could see the empty-eyed face of Shego.
"This will never not be cool." He muttered to himself, feeling his pants tent and his hands begin to shake.
Looking up from the case at him was a mask of Shego's face. Her long black hair, light green skin, and full lips were perfectly captured. The only thing that made it clear it was a mask was the empty eyes, but even it was hard to tell.
The mask was kept neatly in it's own cut-out in a foam insert.
The inside of the top of the case meanwhile had what looked like Shego's skin. Folded up and kept in place so that the second thing Ron saw when opening the case was the villain's full breasts.
"If they wanted to make this appealing they certainly succeeded!" Ron lifted the case up onto the couch and immediately began to undo his belt.
Ron didn't know who had made the suit, or if he had he had quickly forgotten. He wasn't sure why the suit had even been made, or why it had been made of Shego.
As Ron peeled his shirt from his body and dropped his pants however, Ron realized the only mystery he cared about was how the skinsuit and mask felt to wear.
Kicking out of his shoes, Ron pulled his elastic underwear from his thighs and let it slide off his legs.
His quickly hardening cock had nearly reached full flagpole as he loomed over the empty case.
He didn't hesitate.
Bending down he freed the skinsuit from the case and held it up, allowing it to unfurl before him like a pair of long johns.
The skin felt so real against his hands. Smooth, almost warm to the touch.
Ron briefly buried his face in the flaccid, yet also partially full, breasts.
Something about the skin's green tone made it that much more exotic.
Turning the skin around in his hands, Ron found the back. A seam was open from the back of the neck to the crack of the large ass.
Lowering the skin to the floor he shoved his feet in and began to roll the skinsuit up his legs like pantyhose.
With a firm tug he pulled the skin up to his waist, his cock perched on the edge of the skin as it pulled like elastic in his hands.
"Did I get taller, or shorter?" Ron looked down, realizing how different his legs looked.
Small feet, defined calves, yet slender.
No bulging or deformation from his own legs.
Wrapping his right hand around his cock he aimed it downwards. Slipping it into what felt like some sort of moist cavity inside the skin. Once it was situated he pulled the suit's ass and groin over his own.
"I...I can't feel it!"
Ron ran a hand between his legs, finding no bulge but accidentally brushing against something else.
"Uffff~!" He groaned, feeling a strange warm emptiness between his legs.
Grabbing a handful of Shego's ass, or rather his ass, Ron grabbed the shoulders of the suit.
He pushed both arms into the arms of the suit, which briefly stretched and contorted as his fists made their hand into Shego's soft digits.
As soon as the arms were on the shoulders of the skinsuit slid over his own, and the previously flaccid breasts seemed to inflate.
Ron was tugged forward gently by the increased weight on his chest, feeling the nipples of the breasts harden in the slightly chilled air of the cabin.
"Just one more piece. Goodbye Ron Stoppable and hello..."
Grabbing the mask from the case Ron stretched the neck and pulled it hard down over his head.
His world was plunged into darkness as he felt the slick, inviting insides of the mask run down over his own face.
He felt something invade his ears, his nose, and eventually something slid into his mouth.
With a gasp he opened his eyes, and saw a dark green pair of eyes reflected back at him from the window.
"Shego."
Ron gasped and ran a graceful hand down his smooth throat.
He sounded just like Shego.
He looked just like Shego.
He felt just like Shego.
Running hands down his thin waist, Ron cupped his new breasts and squeezed his plump yet firm ass. Feeling a rush of excitement and energy take over as he posed.
"Now for the fun!" Ron said in a familiarly feminine, devious tone.
He looked around the room. There were all manner of gadgets he could use alongside the skinsuit. Yet there were also clothes that would allow him to go out on the town like a normal person. Or maybe there was something else in the case the skinsuit had come in?
Ron would...
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