HALLOWEEN: ONE DAY TO GO!
"...and still no costume." April says with an exasperated sigh.
She'd been waiting all week for her specially ordered costume. Normally she just makes her costumes herself and has them ready ahead of time, but this time is different. Her friend Jen had convinced her to get a costume from this weird online store she used to get a costume last year. April didn't see what she wore, but she heard that it was all the rage at her college costume party.
When April checked the site, it seemed sketchy, but Jen swore up and down that it was the best costume store in the world. Jen wasn't usually prone to that sort of hyperbole, so April believed her. She was told to pick the one costume she always wanted, and that they'd send her the best version anyone could possibly give her. She doubts it, but the way she said it made April a bit excited none the less.
The longer it takes to get to her, though, the more doubts she has as to whether her choice of costume is right for her. Her friend Dan was going with her to a Halloween party this year, so she wants to dress up as something sexy to get his attention, and figured that Black Cat was just the attention grabber she was looking for. She doesn't exactly have a Black Cat physique, so she figured that maybe she could just go as a slender Black Cat and that would do.
The store didn't ask for dimensions, and Jen swore they didn't matter.
With it being the night before Halloween, and it still not arriving like she thought it would, she wonders whether she should have just made her own costume instead. Almost as if it were reacting to her thoughts...
*DING DONG*
April perks up. "That must be it!" she exclaims, marveling at the convenience of her package's time of arrival.
April drops the remote and immediately bolts from her seat to meet the delivery man at the door. She opens it, and lying there is a costume sized cardboard box with the costume store's logo on it, no delivery man in sight.
"That's weird" she mumbles to herself, looking around to see where the delivery truck might have gone.
Shrugging it off, she picks up the box and runs upstairs to her room so she can try it on. Her fears were overwhelmed by the sheer excitement at being able to try on a new costume. She loved to dress up, and she knows that this year if this was as good a costume as Jen promised that this is going to be her best one yet.
Opening the door to her room, she tosses the box on the ground and kneels down next to it. She grabs a pair of scissors from the nearby desk and uses them to cut open the tape that sealed her prize away from her. Once all the tape was rid and disposed of, she pries her fingers between the openings of the lid and pulls it open.
Inside the box is an assortment of costume pieces: the largest of it is a folded up full body suit, made of some sort of shiny material that the website assured was not latex (though it seemed shiny enough to be). The extremely low cut collar was lined with a white fir, with the same white fur appearing along both forearms and the back of the booted legs. On top of that is a wig of platinum blond hair, which flowed and rippled as if it was a real hair pulled straight off of someone's head. Luckily Meredith had cut her hair short a week ago in preparation, so she figures it shouldn't be a problem. On top of that are a couple of smaller items: one of them a black collar with a silver tag, the other a plain, black rubber eye mask.
Still crouching, she pulls out the wig and collar and tosses them onto her bed carelessly. When she pulls out the mask, though, she pauses. Holding it up in front of her, she looks into its empty eyeholes and can't help but get the feeling that they were looking right back at her. Shaking her head, she dismisses the feeling and tosses it onto the bed. Finally, all that's left in the box is the bodysuit. Grabbing it lightly with both hands, she draws it out with a single swift standing motion. Holding it up she looks it over once or twice, and then lays it out on her bed with the rest of the costume pieces.
She looks back into the box to see if there's anything under the suit that she may have missed, and much to her surprise, there was something: a little piece of paper no larger than a post-it note lying face down in the corner. She reaches in and pinches one of the corners between her thumb and index finger, and pulls it out. She flips it over and reads:
"Thank you valued customer for purchase! We hope that through the use of our high quality costumes that you can truly feel like the character of your dreams. The product is one size fits all, and to have the full experience, it is recommended that you remove all articles of clothing before donning your purchase."
April is confused by this. Why does she have to be naked? Jen said that following the instructions for putting on these costumes was very important, so April takes her word for it and stripped all of her clothing off. She grabs the bodysuit and sits on the end of her bed.
It seems a little too large for her, almost like it was tailored for someone with the characters actual physique rather than an actual person. She figures maybe the specialty costumers just didn't know what the proportions of their clientele were probably going to be and just went for accuracy. The paper did say one size fits all, though, so she's confused as to how to make this fit without making adjustments herself. Just another thing to add to her pre-con stress...
"Whatever" she says with a sigh "I'll just make some tonight, shouldn't be a problem."
Sitting on the edge of her bed she feeds her naked leg through the opening until it slipped easily into the padded bottom. After she fed her other leg through, she reaches behind herself and grabs the torso portion of the suit and brings it up so that she can slip her arms in. It's still a loose fit, but as she pulls it tight and wiggles her fingers she starts to see it flatten and fill out against her skin.
With both arms in, she reaches down to the zipper situated just below her belly button and inches it upwards until it's completely closed. It stayed on, but there are wrinkles all over the suit that she isn't able to remove just by pulling at them.
She wonders to herself again whether she should have just made the costume herself.
She grabs the wig and holds it in her hand. It certainly seems lifelike to her. She lets her fingers glide through its locks, and for a moment she can't quite tell whether it's real hair or fake hair. It certainly FEELS like real hair to her. She wonders to herself where the wigmakers could have gotten such high quality platinum blond hair. She flattens the short-short hair on her head and brings the wig down on top of it, pulling it snug until it hides all of her own hair from view. She takes the collar and wraps it around her neck and clips it. Unlike the suit, this bit fits snuggly, and luckily it doesn't seem to restrict her breathing.
"And now the final piece."
She grabs the rubber eye mask from off the table and scurries over to the mirror. Holding it up some distance in front of her face, she lines it up so that from the difference in distance it looks like she's wearing it. She makes a kissing face in the mirror and tilts her head to the side to try and get an idea of what the mask makes her face look like, but it doesn't quite have the effect she's looking for. She figures it's probably because she isn't actually wearing the thing and doesn't quite match the contours of her face yet.
"I'm going to need to some spirit gum, but I do need to at least see how it looks first, right?"
She inches the mask closer and closer to her face, being sure to do it slow so she can savor the adding of the final piece of her costume. Just as it's about to make contact with her skin, it leaps from her hand and affixes itself tightly to her face in just the right place around her eyes.
"What the hell?"
At first she tries to dismiss it, chalking it up to static build-up or something. She looks at her face in the mirror again. To her seeing the mask on her face really does seem to make the rest of the costume come together.
As she stands there, though, her breathing starts to become heavier. Her heart beat starts becoming a bit more erratic. She musses her hand through the wig's hair trying to make a few half-hearted poses, but she can't ignore the unusual tightening feeling she was beginning to have throughout her body.
"Maybe the suit's too tight." She says hastily pulls down the zipper on the front of the costume. Once its down all the way, she removes her arms from the loose sleeves and lets the shoulders slip off, revealing her breasts again. She let the torso part of the suit hang limp at her hips.
"ahh..."
She feels a growing warmth in her abdomen. It quickly spreads throughout her lower body tickling her nerves from head to toe.
"What is this" she mutters between gasps
"OH!"
She doubles over as she feels the first spasm of her lower muscles. She reaches up and tries to peel the mask off of her face, but no matter how much she tries it remains stuck to her face.
"I need to get this thing off of – AHHHHHH!!!"
Her hips buck again and she feels her body being rocked by an earth shattering orgasm. She topples backwards onto her bad and begins to writhe in pleasure. Her fingers dig into her sheets as she tries to get some semblance of grip on herself, but contraction after contraction makes her hips thrust and shake uncontrollably. She feels the wig on her head begin to squirm and dig its way into her scalp, replacing her short hair with the now very real white mane. She can feel her pelvis widen and her chest expand quickly until she has a perfect hourglass figure.
With her mouth wide open and screaming, she brings a hand up to her chest and begins to knead and rub the now firm, engorged breasts. Her other hand shoots down to her womanhood and she begins to pleasure herself. Her muscles bulge and tone until her entire muscular structure has been rearranged to one of a perfect athlete: powerful and hard, but at the same time slender and feminine.
She doesn't want the transformation to stop, but soon her body begins to still and her growth subsides. She's left lying on her bed with her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open, and forcing out rapturous breathing while her beautifully rounded chest continues to rise and fall. Whatever just happened, it felt like her whole body was just wracked with the greatest orgasm she ever had. The lower half of the suit was now tight to the point where it didn't shift when she moved her legs. She could feel the crotch of the suit ride up into her ass crack.
She sits up, filled with the urge to complete her costume now that she was already mostly done. She grabs one of the gloved sleeves and lifts it up until its level with her shoulder. She inserts her hand into the pitch black armhole, which was now much tighter than before. Unlike normal latex, though, this material didn't squeak or chaff. Instead it seemed to breathe and mold to every flex and movement of her arm. When her fingers finally reached the gloved hand they slip into their respective holes without a problem. She flexes them in front of herself so that the material can settle. She repeats the process with the other hand until both arms and the shoulders are in place.
Reaching down near her crotch, she again grabs the zipper and draws it up, but this time slowly, savoring how the suit tightens against her chest and shoulders. Once it reaches the top, it clicks, signaling the final completion of her very special costume.
She closes her eyes and simply breaths. She feels so complete with her costume on, and as the suit settles on her skin it almost feels like it sinks into her pores and merges with her skin. She pinches the edge of the suit near her neckline and peels it up a little, revealing that the merging feeling was just the way the material felt on her. It doesn't matter, though, either way, she feels right at home in her second skin.
Her eyes flash open. She stands up quickly and saunters over the mirror, working her body with every step she takes and allowing her now ample hips to sway freely. Her shoulders roll back projecting her bust outwards, and her arms stretches straight downwards with her hands splayed. She looks at herself up and down.
True to the comics, the suit doesn't leave anything to the imagination. Every single feature of her body can be seen underneath the suit save for her nipples and pussy. She looks at her face. Superficially it has similar features to hers, but it seems more...elegant, more refined, more angular. She grins and sees her teeth, which are now perfectly white and straight.
"Well hello there." she says seductively.
April elegantly places her hands on the sides of her breasts and lightly presses them in. She lets her hands slide downwards off of them and they ride the luxurious curves of her body until they reach her hips and stop. Again, she presses her hands inwards to feel the girth.
Confident now that she isn't just dreaming, she closes her eyes and again exhales a long, deeply satisfied breath. She lets it hang there for a while, and breaks into a wild, exuberant smile as her hands leap up into her new hair.
"Well now that I have this body, what on earth am I supposed to do with it?"
She puts a gloved finger to her lip, and after a few seconds she snaps her fingers and smiles.
"I know, I think I'll save it for later. However much fun it is to be Black Cat, I do want Dan to be surprised."
She brings her thumbs up to her eye mask and tries to dig underneath the rubber to try and pry it off. Despite her efforts, though, it doesn't budge. It seems to be fused with the skin of her face. She gives one last effort to dig under, and wills as hard as she can in her mind that she wants to return to her normal self. At last, her thumbs find a penetration point, and slowly but surely she begins to peel the mask off.
It doesn't come off easily, though. As she pulls at it she can feel it resist her every tug and try to return to her face. As more and more of it comes off, she can feel her chest and hips shrink slowly, and the muscles seem to sink into her bones and lose their definition. The roots the wig dug into her hair recede and return to their source. With one final tug, the last of the mask pops off of her face, and April's body fully returns to normal.
She throws the mask carelessly onto the floor, and quickly pulls the loose fitting bodysuit off, leaving her standing there naked. The exertion needed to pull off the mask off had left her hot and exhausted, and more than anything she feels like she needs to lie down. After pulling off the wig and removing the collar she quickly changes into her night clothes. Still feeling the residual tingle of her transformation, the fibers of her pajamas feel good as they rub against her skin.
Once she's fully dressed, she throws herself onto the bed, reaching over to the lamp on the table and flicking it off. She was too tired to bother with the rest of her bedtime preparations. She lies there still for a moment, but then turns her body to look at where she threw the costume.
Still on the floor was the eye mask, watching her.
She smiles wryly.
"We're going to have a lot of fun tomorrow, you and I" she says with a hint of her Black Cat voice.
She wiggles her body to adjust herself and falls quickly into a deep sleep. It's the best sleep she's ever had in her life
