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"The Changing Room"

By Patrick D. Lambert

A bell rang.

The door to the changing room opened and a tiger on his twenties walked in. Attired in a blue shirt with white stripes and denim jeans, he gave the hexagonal room a quick look around. There were four mirrors--two on each side--, and two sliding doors facing each other. It was two times the size of a regular changing room, with 6 LED light bulbs casting a white light over him. They painted a red circle in the middle of the room. When he stood over the circle and looked at the mirrors, he saw multiple reflections of him--it was disorienting.

"Welcome," a male voice greeted him. The sudden noise startled him and the black bag he carried with him fell to the ground. "I beg your pardon. It wasn't my intention."

"D-don't worry," the tiger replied after he picked up his stuff. The voice came from above him, although he couldn't find the speaker.

"I see you're nervous. It's ok. But remember you are in a safe space."

"Yes... thank you," he replied, holding the bag against his chest.

"So... let's start with something easy. What color do you like? And be honest. No one here is gonna judge you."

The voice was calm. Warm. It did give him some reassurance--not as much as he wished for, but it was better than nothing.

"Uhm... Pink. Is pink fine?"

"Of course it is," the light slowly changed into a nice shade of pink. "Is this good for you?"

"Yeah," the tiger gave himself a good look. The color went well with his golden fur. A shy smile grew in his face. "Thanks."

"Good. Shall we continue?"

The tiger nodded, them felt stupid because no one was looking at him. He opened the bag he was carrying and pulled out four garments. The first one was, coincidentally, a pink loose tank top with a heart in the front, next one was a short blue skirt, third one were a set of pink stockings with black stripes, and finally... white panties . He felt his cheeks burning under the fur over the idea of wearing something like that, and he shoved it all back into the bag.

"Elliot, relax. Remember this is a safe space," the voice spoke before he turned back to the door from which he came through. "The people on the other side won't judge you. There is nothing to worry about.

Elliot looked at the door in front of him and swallowed.

"The most important thing right now is that you have to relax," the voice repeated.

And so he tried. The tiger closed his eyes and took deep breaths. One after another, until he felt his pulse going down and his fears fading, leaving only the shame.

"Ok... I'm ready."

"Good. Now, listen carefully and follow my lead. Close your eyes. It's time to take off your clothes. One by one. And as you do, think of how free that makes you feel. You're taking away not only the clothes but the stress of a long day of work. You've been studying so hard all you want is to get rid of everything and relax. So you start from your shirt. One button at a time. Each one represents the books you carry with you, the assignments you must deliver, the tests for which you have to study, and the professors you face each day. Get rid of that. Let it fell down your shoulders."

"Now, move on to your jeans. You walk from one classroom to another, all over the campus. You can barely rest after finishing a class. You walk and run from one side to the other, trying to be always in time. It's exhausting, of course. And yet you do it diligently. But when the day is over, you no longer want to walk. And you want your legs to rest. Pull down your jeans and give your legs a breath of fresh air."

"Remember, you are in a safe place. No one here can touch you. You are safe. And since you are safe, you can finish taking off your clothes. All that's left is your underwear. The last layer of decency protecting your body. This one is sacred, as it protects your manhood too. But you don't need to hide it in a safe place. No one here will judge you. Take off your underwear and cut that last link with society. Disconnect yourself completely in the safety of this room. And when you finish, open your eyes."

Elliot followed the voice's instructions. When he opened his eyes, he was fully naked. Golden fur with black stripes covered the skinny body of a tiger who dedicated more time to D&D than sports. That only made the size of his manhood more surprising, and that was considering it was flaccid.

"Take a good look at yourself. Don't you feel good?"

Elliot didn't want at first. It was embarrassing being like that, despite everything the voice just said. However, he gathered some courage and looked at one of his reflections. And it clicked. He looked good. Hell, he looked great. He didn't have time before to admire his appeal.

And on the ground behind his paws were not only his clothes, but also the fears and insecurities he carried along.

"I feel good," Elliot replied after some seconds.

"Fantastic. And you are about to feel even better. Let's move on to your new clothes. These clothes does not represent a different person. You will always be you. But whenever you wear these clothes, you will experience freedom to be and act however you want. And you want to be more...?"

The tiger froze. The mere thought of that word was shameful. It was hard for him to even think of it.

"Elliot?" The voice called him for.

Elliot clenched both fists and swallowed.

"S-slutty..."

"Good. Don't be ashamed of what you want. You want to be slutty. And these clothes will make you feel that way. Now, there's no need for you to close your eyes this time. I want you to look at yourself as you put on these clothes. And do it slowly. Enjoy it. Touch yourself as you do so, and as you want others to do so."

"Begin with the tank top. It's pink. You like that color. And it's fresh, nothing compared to the shirt you use all day. You can move freely with it. You can see your own body with it, your beautiful and sexy chest. That golden fur matches perfectly with the pink and the red heart in the middle. Let it slide down to cover your chest, leaving your belly exposed. That's fine for you. You wanna feel their hands rubbing your belly before moving up to play with your pecs. The top gives them easy access to it. And you are easy to get."

"When you finish with that, move to the stockings. Sit down and put them one after the other. Rub your legs as you do so. Feel them. You have beautiful legs. And your thighs are amazing too. Think of how many males would love to grab your thighs or hold your legs against their shoulders. Pink and black goes well with golden. Pull them up slowly. Feel the cloth. It's tight. But comfortable. It makes you feel secure. Each step you take with these stockings will be full of confidence."

"Next is the skirt. Short. It won't cover anything. But you don't want it for that. It has another purpose. It's meant to make you look... sexy. Feel it as it goes up your legs. It will enhance their look. Imagine yourself dancing with it, turning around for other males to see you. You might want to try and pull it down to cover you, but that would leave the other side exposed. They will watch you no matter what. But you want that. You love that feeling of exposure. Rather than covering yourself, you're showing off your goods."

"And finally, your panties. White, pure, feminine. You're leaving your pride behind from the moment you put those on. Good, you don't need it. You're a slut, after all. You wanna be seen and treat as a slut? You gotta put that pride aside for that. The panties are tight. Your bulge is visible under them. And your ass looks even bigger with them. Good. You love it. None other underwear has highlighted those attributes before. And you want them to be seen. That's why the skirt looks great on you. One way or another, they're gonna see your panties."

"And now... take a good look at yourself. How do you feel?"

Elliot wasn't ready to look at the reflections. All those things the voice said to him still echoed on his mind by the time he finished dressing up, and it made him feel light-headed. Although he couldn't deny how comfortable he felt with those dirty clothes on him. He ran his claws over the exposed belly and trembled; then he moved both hands down his thighs and held his knees together.

He slowly gathered the courage to look up. His multiple reflections shared the same embarrassment he felt over the slutty outfit, but he also couldn't deny the appeal he found on it. Starting from his paws and going up, the attire had something he never found nor experienced with any other outfit he wore in the past. And he started to like it the more he saw it in his reflection. It was still him, but at the same time, he was looking at a different Elliot, one that could do things the regular Elliot wouldn't dare to do.

He moved his hands all over his body thinking they belonged to other males. Horny studs looking to have a good time with him. Use him. Fuck him. He belonged to them, after all.

"Yes. Good. Touch yourself. Feel yourself. Feel your naked body poorly covered by these clothes. The more you touch yourself, the confident you are about this new personality. You like it. It makes you feel complete. Safe. You love this slutty appearance because it makes you feel safe to be and act however you please."

The voice was right. Each reflection returned him a dirty and needy smile, one that said how much he wanted to be used. Elliot had to move both hands down to cover his growing erection with the skirt. Music and male voices came from the other room, followed by a strong smell of sweat and sex, a combination that ended whatever was left of his shame.

"Go get 'em, tiger. They're waiting for you."

Still covering his boner, Elliot walked out of the room, waddling his hips with each step taken. The door closed behind him.

"Next!" The voice called. The first door opened, and a huge brown bear walked into the changing room.