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The first week of my summer break was… interesting, to put it mildly. All right, I’ll admit, that was the understatement of the month. My parent’s work for an electronics corporation, and they were both scheduled to attend an exposition set to take place in California just after school let out. That would mean I would be left alone at home, with absolutely nothing to do outside eating, sleeping, and playing video games. That wouldn’t be all that bad, but my parents didn’t like that idea. So after some pleading on the part of my mother, the company decided to send me along with them. Thus, two days after school let out, my parents and I were shipped out to California in Business Class on a Delta Airlines flight.

This was a chance of a lifetime for me. While my parents sat in conference I got to scour the expo floor for the coolest new gadgets, hardware, basically the latest in technological innovations. Unhindered.


The non-business part of the expo, open to the public, took place in an arena of titanic proportions. The floor was PACKED. On average I had no more that about 2 and a half square feet of elbowroom. But it was worth it. I got a peek at Apple’s new iPod, (all new, improved touch screen) I took Battlefield 4 for a test drive on Alienware’s latest desktop, (it was top-notch) and I even scored a 30-second interview with Sony’s president or CEO, or something like that. I chatted with him about his thoughts on the gaming industry and where Sony was going with it. He said to me the corporation was currently developing the successor to the PSR (PlayStation R, the successor to the PSP and Sony’s current handheld) and was always developing new games for the PS4. Normally, I'd be found at the Nintendo booth, but Nintendo wasn't here. My pick for best in show, however, didn’t show itself until later.

Tucked in a corner, away from the hubbub of the main concourse was a booth set up by a firm called Advantech. The booth was rather large, and that surprised me because if this company could afford such a large booth, they must be pretty big, so why hadn’t I heard of them before? Their slogan, inscribed below the company name, was “Technology so advanced, you’d swear it was magic!” I snorted at that. Try me. I can normally figure out how any piece of hardware works if you give me 2 minutes with it, and magic certainly does not exist. Only technological magic existed, stuff like fireworks and laser shows. That challenge redirected my course from a path to the restrooms to a path towards Advantech’s booth.

As soon as I got 5 feet from the booth a salesman, a guy about 25 years old, with a nametag bearing the name ‘Jerry’ on it, walked up to me with a cheery smile on his face.

“Anything I can do for you, sir?” he queried.

“Nope, just browsing at the moment…” I replied.

“Let me know if you need anything!” leaving it at that, he left. Some people can be so annoying... They don’t get the hint that if I have a question, I will come to them; they are not to come to me.

I made my way through their booth. Their products ranged from stoves that could be activated by a text message from a cell phone to watches that could display satellite TV. They were pretty flashy, but as far as I was concerned, there was nothing magical about them. As I neared the exit, I saw the salesman that had greeted me earlier duck behind a piece of fabric that I had before assumed to be the border of the booth. But, obviously, there was more to this place. There was no sign saying “Employees Only” or anything to that effect on or around that piece of fabric, and on a whim I followed him in.

He had disappeared from my view when I reached the other side. There was another product on display here, so I didn’t feel the need to go back. If they’ve got products for show back here, why shouldn’t I be allowed? I walked up to the display and looked at the merchandise. This particular product didn’t fit along with the other gadgetry I had seen in the rest of the booth. It was a costume, a costume for some sort of creature with fur. Reddish fur... perhaps a fox? OK, definitely a fox, I see the tail. The costume was in a plexiglass case, hanging from a special stand in the case. It was hung rather haphazardly, as if it were a coat hanging on a rack. To me it was odd to see it in a booth belonging to a company such as this; zip on suits such as these were replaced by holographic technology years ago. I turned my eyes towards the placard in front of the costume. It read:

This all new, never before seen costume utilizes the most advanced technology of today. Unlike our competitor’s holographic products, our costume architecture provides FULL tactile and sensory feedback, raising the realism of being the subject of the suit to an unprecedented level. This prototype of a vixen endows the wearer with the feeling of truly being a vixen: the wearer can smell, feel, hear, see and taste as a fox would.  The embedded sensors in the suit transmit the data they collect to the brain for analysis, and the brain interprets it as it would signals from human senses. The suit cuts off signals from the human senses during use to prevent interference. A holographic costume only fools the eyes. This one fools all the senses! Coming to stores Spring 2019.

Wow. That’s new. Interaction between circuits and neurons is exceedingly difficult to achieve; apparently these guys mastered it. That still left one question, one that I mumbled to myself,

“Why?” I couldn’t see why someone would want to look like a fox. The human body’s good enough for me; I have no need for a tail. Of course, heightened sensory awareness could be useful, especially in military applications, but you don’t need to look like a fox to achieve that. Hmmm… well, there are those “furry” nuts out there who want to look like… how should I put this? A human and animal cross? An animal that can stand upright? I should probably say they want to look like a humanoid animal. They take a human body and modify it with the fur, paws, snout, ears, and tail of a specific animal, usually a cat, dog, fox, wolf, et cetera. Anthropomorphic animals are the politically correct term. They’re the only people that this sort of technology would be beneficial to. And I only know about this sort of thing because Jenna, the girl that sits next to me in Language Arts, is one of those nuts. She took the time to explain it to me during class the other day. She even showed me some sample artwork she carried around in a binder, stuff that she drew. “Anthro” artwork, she called it. I think she was trying to make a convert out of me.

“Hey, how did you get in here?”
I did a quick about-face. The salesman from earlier had reentered. “I just walked in.”
“How did you know this was here?”
“I saw you go behind that curtain and curiosity took hold of me.”

“Oh.” He sighed, reluctantly. “Well, I see you’ve discovered our latest design prematurely. See, it wasn’t supposed to go on display until tomorrow, so it’s back here. We’re still running tests to be sure this prototype is in full working order. In fact…” he trailed off. He was giving me this look of interest. “Our test person is out sick today. And you appear to have the same build they do… Would you like to try the fox costume out?”

“Are you nuts? That’s a VIXEN’S costume! I’m a guy, not a girl.”
“So? Our lead tester’s a guy. He enjoys himself when using the suit.”
“Then he needs his head checked for holes!”
“You’re sure? We’ll pay you for your time.”

Hmmm, there’s a solid incentive. I’m constantly short on cash, and I have to beg loans from my parents. “How much?”

“50 bucks for a full field test. Shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes.”
WOW! “I’ll do it!” I said. 50 bucks for 20 minutes of my time. What a deal!

The salesman smiled. “I knew you would. If you could wait here for the public to leave, we can get started.” And with that he disappeared through the same curtain I had gone through.

Wow, what a great deal! $50 just to get in that pointless suit and run “tests,” whatever the hell they are. He’ll probably have me testing the sensory feedback of the suit as well as the integrity of the fabric. This is gonna be so easy!

I played my Nintendo handheld to pass the time. The background noise of the crowd diminished, then vanished completely after a while. Soon enough, the same salesguy came in again, this time escorting this middle-aged man who was wheeling a dolly. They acknowledged me, then placed the case holding the prototype costume onto the dolly, covered it with a sheet, then wheeled it out of here. Shortly thereafter they both came back and fetched me. I followed them to a door off the expo floor, and went through it to a hallway without windows, and went a couple doors down to a room without windows. The place reminded me of my High School. Obviously some top-security storage for the show. The middle-aged man went over to a metal briefcase sitting on a small countertop. I noted the complex locking system on the case. There’s probably sensitive documents in there.

Jerry turned to me and said, “Matthew, I would like you to meet Dr. Graham Howe. He’s the head of R&D at Advantech.”

How’d he know my name? Oh, yeah, it’s printed on my nametag. I gave Dr. Howe a nod. He nodded back.

“Mr. Matthew, if you could kindly step over here so I can prepare you…”

Prepare me? What the hell does he mean…? I saw him twiddle the knob on the locked suitcase for a moment, then it clicked. He opened it as I walked over to him. He pulled a headset, (one of those tiny Bluetooth models) a walkie-talkie, a notebook, and a pen from the case. He then shut the briefcase, twirled the knob to lock it, and set it down in a corner of this windowless room. He handed me the tiny headset.

“Here, you’ll need this for communication in and out of the suit.”
“Won’t my ears be under the fabric?”
“No, because remember, with the suit on the signals from the human ear aren’t recognized; only signals from the costume’s sensors.” He went over the plexiglass case containing the vixen costume. He reached in and hung it properly, so that I could see the front of the costume. I hesitated momentarily; the fox was wearing no clothes. But thoughts of a $50 bill kept me going. “Now, Jerry and I are going to step out of the room to allow you time to get in the suit. I need you to strip yourself, and when you’ve done that, contact me with the headset.”

They both left. I glanced at the costume again, then proceeded with taking off my clothes. The task finished, I suddenly appreciated the fact that this room was windowless. I picked up the headset and turned it on.

“What do I do now?”
On the other end, Dr. Howe said, “Now, go over to the costume. You will see that it is currently unzipped. Place your left foot inside the left leg.”

I stepped over to the case and squeezed myself in. The fox’s fur was warm against my skin. It was highly realistic. I stepped my left leg into the vixen’s left leg. “All right, next?” I asked the headset.

“Place your right leg in the costume’s right leg.”
Like I didn’t see that coming. I did as I was told. “Now do I place the arms in?”

“Yes,” came the reply. I placed my left arm in the left sleeve, transferred the headset from my right hand to the vixen’s left, and placed my right arm in its sleeve. I was getting slightly nervous.

I brought the headset to my face and said, “Finished.”
“Now, for the last bit, you’ll need to get the head on. It simply zips up in the back of the head. See the zipper? Be sure you don’t drop the headset, and when you’ve finished, unhook the costume from the stand, but don’t zip it up yet.”

The head of the vixen was attached to the rest of the costume by the skin on the front of the neck. As best as I could with my arms in the vixen’s paws, I flipped it up over my head. I could see out the costume’s eyes into the world. I felt for the zipper hidden by fur on top of the head, and pulled it down to complete the process. I felt like Darth Vader getting his suit put on for the first time, and I was getting more nervous by the second. I reached up and took the costume out of the stand, as I might remove a coat from a coat rack. Unsupported by the stand, the weight of the costume fell on my shoulders. It was very lightweight, considering the amount of technology stuffed into it.

I said back to Dr. Howe, “Now, do I zip it up?”
“Well, you don’t. Again, without dropping the headset, feed the zipper into the slot on the back wall. The pulltab’s right above the tail. There’s a motor in that slot that’ll zip up the costume for you. The slot should be highlighted with a white stripe.”
I twisted around as much as possible, located the zipper just above the fox’s tail, and fed it into said slot. It was difficult due to the position in which I was working, and compounded by the fact that with my hands in the suit’s paws. It was like trying to tie your shoe with mittens. The pull-tab finally clicked into place. I then said into the headset, “Done.”

“Good job. Now, when I say go, drop the headset. It won’t break, trust me. The motor will zip up the costume. Prepare yourself; this’ll come as a bit of a shock when you find yourself a fox morph. All systems go?” I don’t think I had ever been so nervous. Maybe this wasn’t what I’d bargained for. Oh well, I’m getting paid for this, so…
“All systems go,” I told him.

I dropped the headset from the vixen’s padded paws. I heard a whirr, and I felt the costume constrict as the zipper was pulled up. I closed my eyes, and realized that when I open them again, I wouldn’t feel human any longer. The zipper moved up farther, (it was about halfway up) and farther, (about at my shoulder blades) and farther still, (nearly there!) then it stopped.

Right then, a chain reaction was catalyzed that turned my entire nervous system upside down. Explosions of information detonated in rapid succession. It wasn’t a painful sensation, it just made me dizzy. My body felt very odd, it was an indescribable feeling. I suppose it was then that my cerebellum was adjusting itself to the new “muscles” it had to work. My sensory areas pounded as they reset to the vixen’s sensors. All was chaos in my neural matter. I was paralyzed.

But not for long. The static died down in the course of about 10 seconds; it was gone in 15. My eyes were still closed; my limbs paralyzed. But my thoughts weren’t. I gave my vitals a cursory glance. Everything checked out, my lungs were pumping, my heart was beating, albeit faster than normal, I didn’t feel any pain or nausea or anything like that, and my body felt fine.
Or was my body fine? It felt… just weird, disorienting. I concluded this was because of the new signals from the costume. But were they truly synthetic signals, coming from man-made sensors? It didn’t seem like it. I slowly opened my eyes, then shut them tight again upon seeing my muzzle. I had a muzzle! Not like it wasn’t coming, but it still came as a shock. Summoning my reserves of willpower, I bravely opened my eyes all the way and stepped out of the costume case.

Shortly after that my sense of hearing regained proper function. I could hear a hell of a lot more than I thought I should be hearing. I could hear that air conditioning unit I walked past on my way in from here! Next was smell. I could easily, almost subconsciously, pick out my smell in this room. My human scent, that is. I could also pick out who had recently been here: Jerry’s aftershave and the aftershave of Dr. Howe were heavy in the atmosphere, along with the trace scents of a few other people. As a human, I suppose the smell wouldn’t have bothered me, but now, with my nose being much more sensitive, it was nearly choking.

Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be using that headset now. I bent down to reach it, but then I realized my vixen’s body was still without proper clothing. I picked up the headset and said, “I’m…” and stopped there. My voice was noticeably higher in pitch. This damn thing changed my voice, too! It makes perfect sense now that I think about it, but again, it was completely new to me and it caught me by surprise.

“Matt? Are you there?” asked Dr. Howe.
“Yes, I’m alive and well, but completely naked.”
I heard laughing from the other end of the line. Both Jerry and Dr. Howe were laughing. “Oh, sorry about that,” Dr. Howe said back, with Jerry still laughing in the background. “Look in the cabinets, we always use this room for the costume tests so the clothes that fit it are in one of them.”

I searched the room and found them. In that cabinet I came across a skirt with a tail hole in there. Yikes, I forgot, I have a tail now. I turned my head around and attempted to give my tail a swish, and it responded naturally. It was quite bushy. Wow, I didn’t think even their technology could grant the costume wearer use of a tail. Cool. I put everything she needed on, and I hope I got everything on and in the right places. I’m pretty sure I did. Keep in mind this my first experience with handling female clothing.

“You can come back in,” I said into the headset. I set it down on the counter space as Dr. Howe and Jimmy reentered the room.
“Oh, sorry about the clothes. I forgot to tell you about that before we left,” Jimmy said. The doctor said nothing. He stepped closer to me and gave me the once-over.

“The transformation appears to have gone well, Matt. (Transformation? What the hell is he talking about?) The suit fits you perfectly. How’re you feeling?”

I answered back, “Very surprised, a little nervous, more than a little woozy, and very disoriented.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t feel any nausea or pain?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Should I?”
“No, because that would mean something is wrong. Well, this makes my life easier,” the doctor said, sounding relieved. “Now I know that the technology can work on virtually everyone. Now, I do suppose you want to get a look at yourself?” He walked over to the costume case.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Then simply look here,” and he closed the plexiglass door. The door was reflective, and I glimpsed myself as if I was looking at myself in a window. I very nearly passed out right then and there.

My appearance, had, like many other things today, taken me by surprise. Up until that moment I had simply considered this to be some sort of out-of-body experience, but now I fully appreciated the fact that I was not out-of-body, I was in a new body. I wasn’t simply controlling the actions of and seeing through the eyes of this fox, I was that fox. From here I could see that my eyes had changed from my human color of fir tree green to a luminescent blue, an almost sparkling blue. The sparkling was probably due to the fact that some animal’s retinas can reflect incoming light back at its source for better night vision. I did a quick 360. The only thing distinguishing me from a true morph was the zipper. But for all intensive purposes, I was an anthropomorphic vixen. My ears flicked in different directions as needed, and my tail responded to my every move. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. Not to mention that I was entirely furry.

I couldn’t imagine how Jenna would react if she saw me now. I wonder what my reaction would be if I met a girl looking like this. I think I might find her quite cute. Possibly even sexy. Which is a pretty big deal, because I am the least romantic person I know. I simply don’t choose to pursue a girlfriend. I don’t have the time, patience, or disposition, for that matter. But this costume could really do wonders.

“It’s cool, huh?” Jerry asked.
“Of…of course,” I answered. “Have you ever put it on, Jerry?”
“Yup, I tried it on once. I don’t think I ever want to do it again.”
“Why’s that?”
“I dunno, I just think it’s weird.”
I turned to Dr. Howe. “Do you need me to do anything? Like stretches or running or anything?”
“Nope, you completed the test just by successfully transforming into the vixen, so as soon as you get out you can get your money and leave,” Dr. Howe replied.

Interesting word choice. Transform. He’s used that twice now. The first time I thought he was just saying that I looked much different. Now, I’m thinking he means that I am a fox morph. I just put the suit on, it’s not like my human body has changed, and I’m still human under this fabric aren’t I? I reached my paw up to the spot where my human ears normally are. Now, if I was still human under the fabric, I would be able to feel the ear cartilage under the fabric. I reached up and felt nothing. Just fur. There were no bumps there that identified the presence of my human ear. Oh shit, what the hell have these freaks done to me?

Okay, calm down, calm down. It simply could be the programming of the suit. Some wise guy added a limiter to the touch sense that keeps the wearer of the suit from feeling their human ears under the suit. So, technically, I really am feeling my ear with my finger, but the information that its there gets lost on the trip to my brain. But what’s the point of adding that in? I wonder if they limited the visuals? I stepped closer to the makeshift mirror of the case. My reflection still wierded me out, but I turned my head so that I could see where my human ear would be. I saw nothing, no bumps showing through the fabric. I touched it again. Nothing. So, either the programmers at Advantech are really savvy, or I’m not human anymore. I forced myself to believe the former, though a small part, the part of my mind that is most active during my daydreams, still held that I was no longer human. I thought back to that sign’s subtitle: “Technology so advanced, you’d swear it was magic!” I was starting to believe that was true: this was magic. But I quickly pushed the matter to the back burner. Who cares what it is? I can always just get out of the suit. It’s not like I’m stuck like this…

Thankfully, I don’t think either Jerry or Dr. Howe noticed my brief panic. I turned to Dr. Howe. “Could I… Could I have just a few more minutes in the suit? Alone?” I asked.
“Certainly,” said Dr. Howe. He motioned to Jerry, and he left the room with Howe and closed the door behind him. I could hear Jerry sniggering in the hallway. Dr. Howe hushed him, and said Matt deserves a few minutes alone; this’ll probably be the only time Matt’ll be able to do this. That made me grateful towards the old man.

I went to my human pants on the floor and pulled my digital camera from the cargo pocket. I set it to Timer, with some difficulty owing to my unfamiliar paws, then laid it on the countertop, and pressed the shutter. A red light blinked a few times while I posed, then the shutter opened and it snapped my picture. I picked up the camera again and reviewed the picture. It turned out well, but…

I spent about 5 more minutes taking and retaking my picture until I got several worthy of sending to Jenna. Just for me, I took several topless/nude ones to drool over later. I forwarded all the pictures to my laptop at the hotel via wireless connection, to the encrypted folder nobody can access but me, and locked the pictures under a password on the memory card to save them from any accidental deletion or unauthorized viewing. I turned the camera off, replaced it in my pants pocket, and took off my shirt to admire the vixen costume. It truly was an engineering marvel, and sexy to say the least. Pity I didn’t have a two-piece swimsuit to try on then. I took a long look at myself in the door of the costume case, taking special care to commit this image to memory. Every detail was to be archived for later recollection. The look, the emotions, the feelings, the thoughts of the day. I cataloged it all away, and it was then that I realized, I don’t want to go back. I was enjoying this. That’s about the last thing I expected. I was turning into that tester who I was replacing, a guy who enjoyed being a fox morph. But then I thought, if I looked this way for the rest of my life, what would that life be like? It wasn’t a pretty picture. Besides, back here in the human world I have friends, I have family, I have high school and college to finish, I have my whole life ahead of me! I think that suit’s software was messing with my head. I put my shirt back on and called Dr. Howe in. Jerry did not appear.

“Are you ready to take the costume off?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Then I’ll step into the next room. You’ll need to strip yourself again. Use the headset to let me know when you’re ready.” And he left.

I took my clothes off, folded them neatly, and put them back in the cabinet from which I got them. I reluctantly took the headset into my hands and stepped inside the plexiglass case. I took one final look of longing upon my furry body. I felt it all over to reassure myself of its reality, then radioed the doctor, “I’m set.”

“What you need to do is essentially the reverse of how you put the costume on. You’ll need to get that zipper in that slot again. Tell me when you’re ready.”
I turned my head to locate the slot, and blindly attempted to fit the pull-tab in it. It was harder this time because I couldn’t see what I was doing. The pulltab was out of my field of vision. I succeeded after a few moments. “Done,” I radioed back.
“Now, when I say go, drop the headset again. The zipper will move downwards, and as soon as it starts you’ll feel human again. Ready?”

I considered myself for a moment. Oh, how I wish I could stay this way for just a bit longer! But I knew, in the back of my head, that if I didn’t get out of this thing NOW, I would never have the willpower to go back. So I answered with, “All systems go.”

And so, my masquerades as a vixen came to an end. When the zipper stopped, I zipped the head off, stepped out of the suit, hung the furry shell on its stand, fingered the warm fur for a brief moment, then put my human clothes back on. I radioed back to Dr. Howe that I was out and dressed, so he could come back in. He presented me with two twenties and a ten, (over the course of the 20 minutes that I was in the suit I had forgotten that I was being paid for this) and escorted me out of the building. Before I started for my car, though, he requested my full name, address, and email so that he could contact me again, if he needed a tester. I considered saying no. If I got back in that suit, what stupid things might I do? But by the time he needs me again, I’ll surely have matured, and thus have better judgmental skills. Hopefully I can convince my parents to let me come out to California for the additional testing he may have me do. I wrote the information on a piece of notebook paper and handed it to him. I waved goodbye, got into my rental car, and started for my hotel.

The following day, I returned to the expo. The night before I simply told my parents I ran into traffic and forgot to call them to explain my absence. I chatted with Jerry at the Advantech booth for a bit, but the subject of the costume was not brought up. I saw Advantech’s press conference, at which Dr. Howe demonstrated the properties of the prototype suit. He had gotten somebody else to put it on for the cameras. It might’ve been Jerry, I don’t know. Not like I wouldn’t have done it myself, because unless I had a nametag on or something no one would know it was me. It received a fair amount of applause; it wasn’t uninteresting to the audience.

After we arrived home I forwarded the pictures of my vixen “form” to Jenna. How I acquired her email address I do not know. She emailed me back, telling me that she was excited that such technology existed now, and was, of course, jealous that she didn’t get to try it herself. After several days of pestering me to tell the full story of my time in the suit, I typed my memories of it up and sent it to her as an email attachment. Soon enough we became friendly enough to trust each other with our IP addresses, and we had regular chat sessions. During them Jenna would tell me that she had reread my story to the point that she could quote from it. I actually ended up going to Homecoming that Fall with her. But that was only because my friends bribed me to ask a girl out. Else I wouldn’t have done it. I think that when Dr. Howe contacts me again for help, I’ll send her in my stead.
Costume- Vixen Prototype Test 6-3-2015

The original document was requested by and written for my girlfriend Jenna. I modified it and added a bit to the file I sent her for the purpose of letting dA readers understand it, because I thought it’d be worth submitting.

This story is meant to be a fictional memoir of the summer between my sophomore and junior years of High School, in the year 2015. Hence the file name Costume- Vixen Prototype 6-3-2015. Kind of weird, how she requested the story to go that I was the one doing everything, instead of her. But it just made it all the easier to write the main character’s part, since I AM the main charater, so I’m not complaining. I tried to make it as clean as possible.

This entire thing was inspired by this story on the Transformation Story Archive, a website I came across one day: [link]

Pity the TSA has nearly died... its last update was in 2003.

So, just to be safe, certain names, ideas and mottos are copyright Kim Liu.

Good god, the original submission date is Nov. 1st, 2006... wow. (This is a resubmission of a scrap as a full deviation) It's been awhile since I looked at this, and I can tell you now, this isn't the greatest of writing. But, it's a good example of how I wrote as a sophmore (10th grade) in high school.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Username--Pending Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2015  New Deviant
This story is immersive to the point where it's realistic. Detailed to the point where I can visualize every scene (give or take). I need more. MORE. MOOOO- Connection terminated.
kage-yoko Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
one word continually repeated (besides good work) sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel PLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I-am-number-777 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Very enjoyable story though it see there was a follow up planned, I think this could turn into a full blown story if you wanted. I would follow it!
Elkaddalek Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2010
If I ask somone to draw this story, do I have your permission to do so?
You will get full credit for the storyline.
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, I grant permission for this.

And please link me when it's finished, I'm very curious how it turns out :D
Roushfan5 Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
This is by far the best writing recently. I can't remember enjoying a story so much on this site. Normally I am not really into furies, but this concept blows me away.
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, mate! The concept isn't new, it's called "Costume Transformation", or you may find it abbreviated as "Costume TF". I'm currently working on a sequel to this piece here. I've got a WIP of it up in my gallery.

Did you follow the link in the description? I recommend reading that one, too, it inspired this piece.

Oh, and thanks for the fav.
Roushfan5 Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I have to admit that I am really new to this.

I am trying to get people who are good writers to read my work, and edit if they think they can improve it in anyway. I don't know how much you will like it, but TF themes are present.
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I'll give it a look, and let you know what I think.
Roushfan5 Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much.
Elkaddalek Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2009
fantastic story, will there be a sequel?
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I actually don't have any sequels in the works, though this isn't the first time people have asked for one...
Elkaddalek Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2009
got any up coming storys?
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I'm working on a sequel to this piece here, you can find a WIP of it in mah gallery.
Allystra Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009
I love this story, mostly cause it has a realistic ending. Man not trapped forever as vixen. Man not wholy loving the experience but happy he got paid for it. Man not falling in love with suit or being turned into an experiment forever from it.

Good job. I really enjoyed it. The storytelling was detailed enough to explain and yet allow for one's mind to shape the world as they saw it.
Noremac-Demigod Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2009
Yes the furries. Oh have I had a good time bieng one, but sorry I can't help you on the motivation of the fur suit ones. They just don't quite fit in with my understanding of bieng a furry. I am going to keep posting as I read so you may explain later.
Uncle-Ben Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2008
I followed a friend of a friend of a friend (or something) and found this story by mistake.

Wow! Amazing. As the others have said, your story is a breath of fresh air compared to some of the others out there.

Also, I would like to see it continued. And you have left yourself the key to start the next, a phone call from the guy in charge. Who knows? It might give the two friends a chance to meet without seeing each others face ... a chance to talk with out the pressure of a date.

But what am I doing? I'm writing your story for you. Bad Ben! Bad Ben!

It's your story and it's well written. Keep up the good work.
Schazmen Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2008
I think this is a great story. You really managed to make the story seem realistic enough to not seem stupid. Congrats on that. I am a furry fan, so I like this story a lot, because I think that (my signature).

Great story. ;)
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, thanks man. I appreciate that. I'm glad you think it's realistic, because that's what I shoot for. And thanks for the fav!
DPRagan Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
I would love to see this continued :)
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Intriguing... I'm thinking of how I could continue this one.

Interesting idea- I'll work on that, man.
RobotechChaos Featured By Owner May 5, 2008
Cool! Different is always better!I thought that I was watching from the sidelines while reading this.:D
I know that I need so help on my stories (mainly ideas) and I would thank you for any help you have to offer.
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner May 5, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for reading, and thanks for the favorite!

What keeps me from writing more is time constraints. I have no f***ing time because of my classwork. But fortunately for you, sir, I have no problem with ideas. In fact, I've been meaning to publish some of my unfinished ideas. I'd be willing to give you some help with your stuff, too.
RobotechChaos Featured By Owner May 5, 2008
I know what you mean by time problems. I am sure that I will enjoy your other works.:) Thanks in advance for any help you may have. I think that you might enjoy my stories but no promises!
Versilaryan Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2008
Huh, not that bad of a story. /Much/ better than the throngs of TF stories out there that I might skim over but never bother commenting on. Funny thing is, when I started reading it, the very first thing to come to my mind was that one story in the TSA. Begins rather similarly, but I like how this one ends more than the other one.

And, because I'm a literature-Nazi like that, I'd recommend you elaborate more on the part right after he gets re-oriented with the suit on. You just mention a couple things once or twice, but generally gloss over what the narrator experiences and even what the costume looks like. It's a brand-new experience for the narrator, and that's generally what narrators like to describe more.

It was a good story, though. Gotta write some more and put it up here. n_n
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, thanks for the comment. I appreciate the compliments, and I really appreciate the constructive criticism. It helps me fine-tune things.

At the moment, I've got some potentials floating through my head. I just haven't had ANY time to devote to them.

You know, Fourth quarter, AP exams, teachers testing the limits of your brain and your patience... it's good stuff.
Doom7951 Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2008
Marvalous writing style.
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Well hey, thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your compliment.
Doom7951 Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2008
Not a problem.
exmortisfangirl Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2008
Hmmm... One of my favorite web sites and I love that story.
Maxpurejoy Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2008
i like tf, tg with magic or costume/suits, so i like this story
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Wow! I thought this poor story was dead and gone. I guess it still gets around!

Thanks for the positive comment, gave me a nice ego boost.

And just for kicks, I think I WILL resubmit this. As a full fledged Deviation! WOOO!!! :dance:
Transryu Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2008  Hobbyist
I was randomly searching DA for costume tf stories, that's how I was able to find it, muahah. And no problem :D
Transryu Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2008  Hobbyist
Nice story, I've seen the original before and you did a good job of showing what 'testing' the original costumes would be like. Glad to see that you didn't put in the unnecessary, nastier details the other story did, lol XD

Btw, if you want this to go in as a deviation instead of scraps, you want to change the category to something under literature. :D
akoko Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2006
wow thats long!!
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
It's not long, its...

Well Developed. Yeah.

no, it is long compared to other lit stuff here. It's cuz a lot of people break their works into part 1, part 2, part 3, etc. Me, well, I had this thing finalized, I didn't write it serial-style.
akoko Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2007
lol yha i guess so!
Morradow Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2006
Not realy but for inspiration i would go look at the various arts around here thats what i did
Morradow Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2006
Wow... Your a great writer. I bet I could write that good if my school woulden't put me in classes like Comunications tech and RETARDED ENGLISH aka english for retards but anyways.

Good story and thanks for the comment on my story you should broaden what you write about like not just transformation but other things if you like them

looking forward to more of your pieces (you can put it under literitcher (sorry for the spelling xD))
Matt-the-dragon Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for commenting. I'm still... kind of new here. Kind of. So makes me feel... recognized when I get comments.
(Not like I've had much, but yeah)

So, umm... Got any ideas for me? Because I sure could use them.
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