you take the booty outfit out of the closet and hang it on the door. you strip down to your boxers. You take the shorts, and you squeeze them on. They are a very tight fit, but they do, in the end, fit. You then take the shirt, which has ample room for lovely cleavage, and slip it on. It slides on well, and seems to be a tight fit as well.
You walk over to the mirror, and pose. You laugh as you discover how crazy you must be to do this. Well, you have had your fun, time to put it back.
As you go to remove the shorts, a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach eminates all over your body. "How odd, maybe i need to find the kitchen and get some...ahhhhh!" you scream as pain sears throughout your body. You look down and notice that your skin is darkening, tanning almost. No, scratch that, it is actually changing color to a medium chocolate black. You are changing race!
You look in the mirror as the changes start to wave over you. You feel a tightness begin to build in your hips as the push out to expand the sides of the shorts. at this time your body starts to loose much of its height, becoming the normal height of a woman. Your ass starts to jiggle uncontrolably as it inflates to an almost cartoonish size, at least on your current frame.
you feel a strange tingle run thur your legs as they become shapley, leaving you with marvelous calves and meaty thighs, which help your butt fit in more. Your waist starts to convulse as it sucks itself in, making your hips look enticing. Your groin starts to tingle as you realize that you are about to loose the pride. You reach down, but it is too late. A new, more female configuration is there.
To make matters worse, you feel your chest pushing up in your new shirt. Your new brown pecs are quickly growing, swelling, plumping up to DD tits. Your Adams apple quickly shrinks, leaving you with a much higher voice. your hair shoots out of your head, leaving shoulder length black hair where once nothing was. Your face shifts, cheeks becoming softer, and face more female, as your lips go from pencil thin to pleasantly bee stung.
"Damn!" you say in your new voice looking over the changes.
"This is insane"
you decide that you might want to change into something else, either a different outfit, or back into your old, male clothing, but if you were to mix and match, what might happen?
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