Magic of the Dress
Racks and racks of clothes filled the consignment shop. Layne looked around, his bright blue eyes filling with joy. There certainly would have to be something here for him to wear to the drag ball this weekend! He knew many of the men would go out and by fancy dresses that were custom made to fit their figure, but the small cretan hound fit just fine in standard female clothing.
He walked through the first aisle, paw dragging along all the fabric. It was so peaceful to be around clothes like this. What was even better was that the shop keeper seemed preoccupied by her phone, so the canine male could happily be left to his own devices.
Layne moved to the next aisle, curled tail wagging happily. All of the front seemed to be seasonal clothing, though. Things like shorts, tank tops, and capris. He stopped and turned around, looking for some sort of sign to point him in the directions of woman's clothing. Instead, he saw a display of old dresses against the wall. It was a long shot, but it was the best lead he had in this massive place.
The hound weaved through the racks. His eyes darted about still observing each article of clothing to see if anything caught his eye. There were tons of cute things he would like to try on, but none of them met his goal for today. He rounded the last corner and finally came to the wall that held all of the dresses he was looking at.
Styles varied from the 1920s flapper style dress to the 80s leather mini dress. He smiled his eyes drifted over the rack. All kinds of colors, shapes, and sizes were here for the choosing. Layne began to rifle through, trying to find the perfect one. He wanted to look stunning at his first public outing in woman's clothing.
The first one he pulled out was a sea green mermaid dress. He draped it over his arm and continue to look, not entirely sure if that one was really what he was looking for. Next he pulled out a deep red cocktail dress, followed by a rich purple long sleeve number. His blue eyes glanced quickly over his first three picks and nodded. This was a good starting point at least.
He walked back to the fitting rooms and took one all the way in the back. He made sure to lock the door behind and then set the dress on the hook. His peeled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He had always been tiny, which made dressing as a girl really easy, but occasionally he wished that he was just a bit bulkier. He was a Cretan Hound and the breed was meant to be lean and lithe. Still, a Labrador body would not be too bad.
He unbuttoned his shorts and allowed them to just fall off of him. He first grabbed the mermaid dress, carefully pulling it on over his head and allowing it to settle into place. He had to tug it down a little bit, but when the skirt was where it should be, it was right at his ankles and holding them very close together. It was also tight around his waist, but extremely big in the chest area.
"Damn, I should have brought that bra," the canine cursed.
Layne grabbed his shirt from the floor and tried to get it to fit in the front of the dress where boobs would normally be. When he felt satisfied he looked in the mirror, instantly discouraged. The dress just did not work for him, his fur color became washed out due to the green. He tried to take a few steps and found it nearly impossible to do, so not only was the color awful, but the style as well.
The hound shimmied himself out of it, and started to pull the next one off the hanger. The deep red certainly brought out his fur color more, he thought with a smile. The skirt stopped right above his knees and the chest was not as big on this one. He moved around in it, impressed with how easy it was to move and how good he looked in it.
Something still was not quite right though. He took it off and put the final dress one, the one that was rich purple. He enjoyed the fact that there were sleeves, in fact, they made him feel rather sexy. The plunging neck line was a big problem though. As well as the fact that when he would bend over, the dress would show his ass. If he was going to this party with friends, or at least a casual acquaintance it would be a great thing. All he would have to do is bend over in order to offer them his body. He was not so big on the idea of a strangers sausage being shoved up his hole, though.
So he took that one off and got dressed in his boy clothes again. He hung the three dresses bang on their hangers and walked out of the dressing room. He put the green and the purple on the return rack and held on to the red cocktail dress.
He was going to head towards the counter, but decided that giving the dress section one last look would not be a bad idea. He turned out of the aisle and walked over to the wall. Before he made it over there, though, he stumbled across a gorgeous black sleeveless dress that had blue sparkles all over it. He stopped and inspected it for a few moments before lifting it off the end cap and holding it up to his body.
It made him tingle all over as the fabric brushed against his fur. It seemed like it would fit him like a glove, as well. Almost hypnotically, he put the red dress in its place and walked to the front of the store. Layne felt as though he suddenly had tunnel vision. He laid it out gently on the counter and stood there for a moment.
"What?" he said blinking his eyes back into focus and starring at the cashier.
"Why are you getting a dress?" he asked indignantly, head tipping to the side and his antlers aiming towards the hound.
"Oh, it is for my sister. We are about the same size, so I try to make sure they will fit me first," Layne said.
"Whatever, fag," the gruff stag said, punching in the numbers to the register. Layne's eyes narrowed, but he decided it was not worth the fight right now. He tossed down a twenty and picked up the dress.
"Keep the change asshole," the canine said leaving the story. He did not want to deal with such people any longer than he had to.
Once he crossed the threshold of the doorway, once again he gained tunnel vision. He walked home briskly without a look around his environment. He fumbled for his keys, trying time and time again to get his house key in his paw. Then once he had that secured, he flipped in all kinds of directions to get in the key hole. For whatever reason, his paws just did not want to cooperate today. Perhaps he was just anxious about the party tonight. Or was it tomorrow night?
When the door finally opened he marched in and drew the blinds closed, not letting go of the dress. He tugged off his shorts and shirt, nimbly switching the new article of clothing from one paw to the other. He did not want to let go over it, he needed to continue to feel it against his fur. He discarded the hanger to the floor and held the dress up in front of him once again before flipping it over his head.
As the fabric came into further contact with his body, he felt warm and tingly everywhere. His breath picked and arms began to shake. To most furs, this would cause panic, make them think about the possibility of allergic reaction. Layne, though, only wanted the feeling more. He walked to the bathroom, the dress continuing to fall carefully into place. It hugged his hips and molded to his torso, something a little more strange than the tingle and warmth he was feeling. How could it fit him so well if he did not have any breasts?
The answer came once he looked in the mirror. His chest had filled out! Not very large, perhaps just a B or C cup, but it fit the breast cups perfectly. His paws drifted down his side where he realized that his waist had become smaller to fit in the dress. He reached to the cabinet and raised himself slightly on to his tip toes.
"This is just way to weird," he said, wrinkling his nose. He never needed to go to his toes to get to the cabinet before. And his voice typically was not this high pitched. "I should take-" he started before stopping mid-sentence. His vision blurred and mind when blank.
"Should put on some heels," he finally said.
The hound walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He rummaged through the closet before he found a pair of simple, black, two inch heals. He slipped them on and was at first a little unsteady, but after a quick trip down the hallway, evened out to a gentle sway and consistent tempo. His body seemed so natural like this, and while he was rather confused, it did not seem to bother him.
He went back into the living room and sat down on the couch. Automatically one of his legs propped up over the other. Layne looked down and noticed how slender they had become. He had always been girly, but now suddenly he was just down right womanly. His paw crept up his skirt, slowly brushing up his thighs. As the canine reached his boxers, he took note of their bagginess.
His paw stopped once the hem of his boxers was at his wrist, but his digits continued to move around, investigating what exactly was happening to him. He quickly removed his paw once he realized there was no cock there. He stared into the distance for a while as he mulled over in his mind what exactly meant. He still felt like he was male, but it was quickly becoming apparent that he physically was not.
Then his hands moved on their own, pulling up the skirt of the sparkling blue dress and pulling down his boxers. He closed his eyes as his digits stroked the new flaps of skin that protected his now female sex. The Cretan Hound's digit flicked over his nub and made him jump in response. It was just as sensitive as his penis had been. He repeated the action and this time allowed himself to moan in enjoyment. He felt fear flood his body, but just as quickly there was something there that soothed it.
His other paw moved to his newly developed chest. He felt over his firm mounds at first before allowing his digits to explore down into his cleavage. With one paw exploring his sex and the other tantalizing the soft skin under his fur. He gasped as one of his digits smoothed over his nipple. The hound quickly went back over it and noticed it had grown hard. His back arched in the chair, surprised at the amount of sensitivity his breasts now held.
The motion made his digit slip into his cunt. Layne yelped in surprise, quickly removing his digit from his cunt. He withdrew his paw from under the dress and looked at it with an amount of disgust. His other paw stayed plunged down his cleavage, as if stuck there.
"What the hell am I doing?" he whispered.
He felt himself shiver and for the first time felt in completely control of himself. Layne slowly pulled out his hand and sat up off the couch. He did not want to feel like this anymore. His paws grabbed at the dress, attempting to tug it off of himself. But the feeling of control began to go away and his limbs started to feel like jelly.
"Alright! I give up! What is happening here?"
His mind calmed down and his paw moved back down in between his legs, digits stroking his clit. He wanted to close his eyes or even more so, to just stand up and walk away. He could not though, even if his mind thought to move, his body wouldn't. It just continued to explore his nether regions without him in any kind of control. His eyes unfocused again and his body completely relaxed, shuddering every so often in pleasure.
Everything came back into focus as two of his digits began to pump in and out of his cunt. He cried out in pleasure as his brushed against his walls. His other paw moved to his breast and began to pinch the nipple through the dress.
Layne soon found himself settling into a rhythm and learning to enjoy his alternate body. His thumb circled around his button as his other two digits switched places in and out of his cunt. His feminine hips thrusted in time with the rest of his actions, as if he wanted more. With the movement his breasts jiggled up and down, a strange and unfamiliar feeling to say the least. He cupped the underside of one of them, rubbing the fabric lightly.
"So...this...i-is what a wo-oman feels," he said.
The hounds face had become completely flushed, the redness of his cheeks coming through his light colored fur. His heels had dug in to the edge of the couch, allowing him to arch more and thrust better. His shoulders were digging into the back of the cushion and his muzzle was pointed to the ceiling. He gasped for air in between moans which were quickly becoming more howl like.
"Oh!" he screamed out as a subtle burst of liquid covered his digits. He swirled it around and realized the sensitivity became even greater. He spread it against his walls before shuddering even more.
"Yes!" he howled out, finally cumming for real this time.
His body fell back down to the couch, but his head was still up in the clouds. Was it because it was different or because he could just find the right spot. Either way, it was amazing. And this dress was even more so.
Sotry for Layne over on FA as part of my Iron Author series. Have one slot open for the third batch. Information is over here http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2352107/