It's getting close to Halloween and I always try to find an interesting costume. Not just a prefabricated piece of material but real clothing, maybe just a bit unconventional. I search at garage sales, second hand shops and ofcourse the Goodwill. That's where I was a week ago when I found a glove. A long opera style glove, made from thin leather although I wasn't sure about that. The color was whitish, not pure white, or maybe very light gray. Oh, I would have loved to try it on, but as a guy that's a no-no in such a shop. It wasn't very expensive, probably because the second glove was nowhere to be found, so I bought it, with an idea of maybe a steampunk outfit forming in my head.

When I got home I tried it on right away. The inside definitely had a leather feel to it but when I finally was in deep enough my middle finger was blocked somehow. I pulled it of my arm again, turning it inside out at the same time, only to realize that this was probably the correct way in the first place. It was a beautiful shiny black leather now, butter soft, and when I managed to pull the fingers out of the glove I noticed a ring around the middle finger. A big stone, not a diamond or anything, but still it looked very expensive. I didn't recognize the symbol on it but it was very fluid, almost erotic, like a sexual act. Somehow the ring was attached to the finger, it could not be removed.

The whole glove was much more beautiful now, clearly very expensive, and I started pulling it on again, now on my other hand. I can only say it was a perfect fit and it felt and looked amazing. The ring looked powerful like I was some superhero. A female superhero though, so delicate my hand looked suddenly. My whole arm really as the glove reached all the way to my upper arm. When I stroked it with my other hand I suddenly got rock hard and before I knew it I had my dick out and my gloved hand was stroking it up and down. The feeling was amazing, my dick felt like some female was jerking me off. And inside the glove it felt like I was working on someone else's dick. Slightly disturbing perhaps but the overall effect was that I exploded in seconds. And when I finally found my breath again I realized I had caught all my junk in the palm of my gloved hand. Don't ask me what I was thinking but suddenly I had the huge urge to smell it and when I did so I wanted to taste it. The combination of leather and cum was intoxicating and I licked the glove clean, eagerly swallowing the slimy stuff.

Now that was something to think about. I never had a desire to taste male cum and here I was sucking it expertly from my glove. It must be the leather, the sexiness of the glove or even the erotic inscription, I don't know, but just to be sure I pulled off the glove. When it came off I felt almost guilty but the awkwardness was suddenly over. Until I looked at the hair on my arms, was it less thick? I kept comparing between both my arms and I could only conclude that some of my hair had remained in the glove.

For the next few days I had the urge to pull the glove back on and everytime I ended up eating my own cum. But I started looking forward to the taste mixed with leather and I sucked on my fingers in sensual ways, simply wanting more. I didn't notice that every day I lost a bit more of hair on my arm.
When the weekend came I had looked up the address for three more Goodwill locations, I had to find the second glove. Somehow it made sense I wore the first, just so that I could compare in case I found a similar glove. Thanks to my long sleeved sweater you couldn't really tell it wasn't a regular glove, apart from the ring ofcourse.

The first two shops were really frustrating but in the third one I got lucky. Somehow I walked straight into the right aisle and when I looked on a shelf I saw the missing glove. This one was not inside out like mine had been, but there was no ring either. It was however part of a set and a quick check with a store employee told me I could not buy the glove by itself. The combination with the other articles was quite steep in price, but it would add stockings, a corset, panties and a bra to my costume, all in the same soft leather. There were boots as well that I bought separately as was a skirt. And with a black wig added I figured I had my costume ready.

Once home I pulled all my clothes off and with my gloved hand I pulled on the other. The effect was breathtaking. Rubbing myself was double as erotic as before both on my skin and inside the glove. And pumping my dick with one hand while cupping my scrotum with the other took me over the edge in seconds. The taste seemed even better now that I fed using both my hands.
I pulled the panties up my hips and tugged my now shrunken member easily out of the way so I looked as flat as a woman down there. Next I took the bra, it's cups were preformed and I wondered if I would need to stuff anything inside at all. When I expertly wrapped it around my chest I had breasts sticking out by themselves, no filling needed.

When I looked in the mirror I saw the first hint of femininity on me, slender arms, a tight crotch and generous breasts. I knew that the corset was next to give some shape to my waist. I had to give the leather laces some slack so I could step into it and pull it up beyond my hips. The top of the corset was cut exactly to fit around the bra and the bottom followed the line of my panties. I could only tighten the laces so much behind my back and suddenly I got an idea. I tied the ends around a doorknob and then pulled myself forward. The laces beautiful tightened themselves top to bottom and I felt my waist compress. I could just see in a corner of the mirror that  the back was almost fully closed and with a mighty pull I tried to get the last bit through. Until suddenly the laces snapped and I fell forward, cursing my carelessness. I figured I would have to undo a few of the holes and tie it off and then use the broken piece for the last holes. But somehow it must have torn exactly at a knot in the lace and that knot was now holding it all tight, stuck behind the last hole. Lucky in a way but how was I ever getting this untied again?

I decided to worry about that later because when I looked in the mirror I saw my now hourglass figure and my already shallow breath stuck in my throat. The material was so tight together that the pieces seemed to form a one piece shaping my body as a womans. I knew I had to finish my looks and I started with the stockings. They were fishnet stockings yet the material was still extremely thin leather. I really should shave my legs first but I just couldn't wait to feel the material on my legs. I would try it first and shave later. It took a bit as it was tight and the leather only stretched slightly but just like the gloves it was a perfect fit and once on it didn't require any straps to hold them up.

I looked amazing by now and quickly pulled the knee high boots on. There was no zipper on them, they just slid smoothly over the stockings. I hadn't realized how high the heels were until I tried to stand on them but the tightness of them gave me a strong feeling in my ankles like they couldn't buckle. I walked towards the mirror and saw how sexy my walk was. I wondered how the skirt would swish around me and I had stepped in the skirt pulling it up before I saw that it had no zipper either. But as the boots it slid fairly easily up with a bit of stretch in the material and when I had it over my hips it settled tightly around my waist. Again it was all so snug it looked like I was wearing a one piece dress now. And walking back and forth towards the mirror I felt like a runway model, the way the skirt swished around my legs.

It was clear that I needed the wig now to finish my female look and I wondered if the wig that I had bought was also part of the original costume since it had been on the same shelf as the boots and skirt had been. No matter what, it was different from any wig I have worn in years before. It was like a skull shaped comb inside and I started it at my forehead, then pushing it back with the comb grabbing around my own hair. When I looked up it was perfect, my now long hair draped around my breasts and reaching my waist on my back. I hadn't realized it was that long when I bought it but I liked the look.

I just needed some makeup now. Over the years I have collected quite some as it's always the finishing touch with my costumes. I'm not very good but adequate for my creations. But somehow I looked like an expert now, the way I put the black around my eyes, with a simple line to slant them a bit. I lengthened my lashes and painted my lips black in a very female shape, adding a faint rouge on my cheeks as the only part of me that was not black. The effect was amazing, I did not recognize myself anymore, all I saw was a beautiful woman.

By now I was a bit upset with myself. I should have shaved my legs when I could have. Now I would have to take some of my clothing off again to fix it. So I got my razor out and started looking under my skirt at the skin between my stockings and my panties. I didn't see any hair, which surprised me a bit. I tried to look in between the fishnet gaps and didn't see any hair sticking out either. When I looked under my armpits I realized something must be wrong because it was all clean there as well, yet I hardly ever shave there. I looked at my chest above the bra, not one hair. As a matter of fact I saw now the clear contours of breasts being covered by a bra. And when I touched them I felt the weight inside the bra. I had grown boobs somehow. And just out of a hunch I pulled my skirt up again and pulled my panties to the side I saw no hair there either. Nor did I see my dick anywhere. Instead I spotted a hairless pussy and when I touched it with my gloved finger I felt it getting wet. Somehow while dressing up I had turned into a real woman.

By now I was sure that the hair on my head was real as well and a simple tug confirmed it as I felt the pain where I had pulled it. I noticed the piece of leather lace still hanging from the doorknob and saw something shiny hanging from it. Had that been there all along? It was clearly a companion to my ring in the shape of a sexy female bodice. I tied the strap around my neck and it settled beautifully between my breasts. I felt complete now. I was ready to conquer the world.