Hearing a knock on the door, Drew knew Kate had finished changing and was here to help him get into costume.
"Just a minute!" called Drew, slightly startled by his new feminine tones.
Quickly he grabbed the tights and effortlessly slipped them on, like he'd done it a million times before, then clipped the bra in place.
Grabbing the pink skater costume, he slotted his legs through the leg holes and pulled it up. Fitting his arms into the shoulder straps the costume pulled up snug to his figure, with an unusual but somehow familiar groping feeling of his crotch.
Getting this far he realised why Kate said he'd need help, he couldn't reach the zipper on the back of the costume.
Opening the door, Drew saw someone he recognised. Richard, Carrie's skating partner. 6' tall, short ginger hair, blue eyes, an athletic build but not overly muscular. And wearing a specially designed skating tuxedo.
"Honestly didn't expect you to chose him" said Drew, placing his hands on his cocked hips.
"Well it makes sense" replied Kate, in her now deeper male voice. "I didn't think you'd get this far with the costume."
"It's not that complicated, but could you help me with the zipper?" said Drew, spinning around and pointing toward his butt.
Reaching forward, Kate took the tiny zipper between her fingers and started tugging it up, reaching her other hand to grope Drew's peachy butt.
"Hey!" squealed Drew, "Hands off the merchandise!"
Kate giggled, and finished drawing up the zipper, bringing the pink costume to a snug tight fit.
"C'mon, lets grab their skates!" jumped Kate in excitement, running off toward the lockers, Drew following behind, jogging in a very effeminate way.
