The Costume Shop: Panthy from El Arca (10/30)

You have just arrived to a brand new costume shop. It was heavily advertised as being "able to get you into character," their commercials showing animated people turning into whatever costume they put on, essentially becoming that form. They retained memory and all, and it was a big push for quality costumes. Business was generally very good for a while. The advertising team wanted to use SFX to have real people become the costumes, as a test showed that people would enjoy actual people and would sell costumes better. With business on the decline, they had no choice but to go for that advice. However, all SFX teams who were able to do it were much to expensive, leaving the store in a jam. Luckily, they found a someone willing to do it for free, granted they used the costumes he had hand made. He would also need his own space in the store for the filming, which the store agreed too. The man set up his area in the back of the store, along with a closet for the costumes to be used. You were checking out the shop, as a fan of transformations, you couldn't resist their pitch. While browsing through some masks, a man came up and told you that you would be perfect for a new commercial. The store was filming a new set of ones using real life people and FX. Loving the store, you agreed and were taken to the back of the store where the studio was. The man making the commercials showed you to the wardrobe. "Pick any costume, put it on while the camera's are filming, and that's it! We have anime costumes, video game costumes, and so much more, anything you can think of, we have it!" You wander through the costumes wondering what to pick?

You looked through costumes, trying to find one you liked. You didn't really find any and were about to give up until you noticed something. It was a costume of a character from a movie you remember watching a while ago. It was Panthy from El Arca. You take the anthro panther costume and go to the man. "Where do I change?: you ask. He points you over to the camera as your strip down. 

You begin to slip in your legs and feet, feeling slightly tight, but not to uncomfortable. The tail dragged on the floor as you had no control over it. Your bring it up to your chest, two rather large fake breasts on your chest. You put your arms and hands into the costume, the front of your hands with fluorescent white fur. You examine the costume color further, most of it light black and most of the fur on the front the same color as his forehand, with an upside down heard shape for the "breasts." A gold bracelet was on the start of your forearm closer to your body of your right arm. There was also one on your neck. You bring the mask up with the very large black hair, a muzzle with the same white color as your front. The costume's eyes were partially closed, revealing faded pink eyeshadow and mascara. The ears were on the top of the size of the head. "Alright, that i-" you stop as a high pitched voice came from your mouth. "Gah!" you scream as the costume pushed against your whole body. Your ears, mouth and nose and re-arranged for the costume to become your body. From the makeup to the fur it was now yours. Your arms became thin and slender to fit the costume, the fur becoming yours. Your feet turned into paws and legs became furry as your tail lifted up off the ground, in your control to do as you will. Your hips become very large along with your rear, giving you a very huge hourglass figure. The fake breasts pushed out, becoming not only large, but apart of you. You had become Panthy. 

"My goodness I don't want to actually be her!" you protest. "Don't worry, I'll fix it later." the man said without a thought. "No you won't, you will fix it now or I'll take legal action!" you argue. "Going to be hard as someone you liked like a daft old girl in a cat costume. Either way, you won't have to worry about that once Jerry and Terry help you." he says. This comment frightened you a bit, not knowing what was going to happen. Two large men grabbed your arms and took you to a cell, throwing you into it. You were going to be stuck not only in the cell, but as Panthy for a while.