Mike, a young male dog in his early thirties, looked through the classified section of the local newspaper. He had just recently quit his job, but with no new job to take its place yet he found his money supply was quickly dwindling. He looked, and finally in the middle of the paper saw an ad that caught his eye: "Wanted. Costumed performer. No experience needed, excellent pay. Call Dana." He grabbed his phone, and dialed the number listed on the ad, and within the minute he had netted himself an interview. He jotted down the address, and quickly took a shower, getting ready and setting out as fast as he could.

     Mike's eyes widened as he drove up to the address; it was a huge mansion. He parked in the driveway, and walked up to the huge wood doors, using the large metal door knocker to knock. After about a minute, a young female wolf who looked to be in her late 20's opened the door, smiling. She was very pretty; thin, about 5'10", with dark blue eyes and dark grey fur all over.
     "Ah, you must be Mike? I'm Dana, thanks for being able to come on such short notice." She offered a paw to shake, and Mike shook it, smiling back.
     "Oh, no problem, thank you for seeing me on such short notice!" Dana opened the door, looking Mike over. Mike was about 5'9", had golden brown fur with a cream belly, and dark brown eyes. He was even more thinly built than Dana was, and in excellent shape. She smiled.
     "Yes, I think you'll do nicely for the job. Come in, please." Dana led Mike just inside the huge foyer to a small room, an in-home office. They entered, and Dana closed the door behind him. Dana began to walk around Mike, looking him over, and nodding every so often. "Well, Mike, congratulations. I think you've already got the job." Mike, surprised, blinked.
     "Wha? What do you mean, you haven't even interviewed me or anything yet..." Mike stammered, confused. Dana just laughed.
     "Well, as you'll recall, it's a job for a costumed performer. This particular job is more centered around appearances than most other factors, and you're quite nicely made for the job. You're quite handsome, too," she added with a wink. Mike blushed.
     "Can't argue with that," he chuckled. "All right, then, I guess you've got your new performer! When do I start?"
     "Oh, not for a while, probably a few weeks at least. First, I'm going to have to measure you so your costume can be custom-made for you."
     "Custom-made? Just what sort of performing am I going to be doing, anyway?" Dana just smiled, going over to a door on the wall opposite the entrance to the office, opening it. It was a small room that looked much like a doctor's office.
     "Don't you worry about that, you'll get all the information you need when you report for your first day. Now come inside, and take all your clothes off." Mike nodded; he was a bit hesitant about blindly trusting Dana, but she seemed nice enough. Besides, he was never one to turn down being naked around a good-looking woman!

     Mike walked into the room, quickly stripping off all his clothes. He stood there silently while Dana took a tape measure out of her pocket, going around him and making various measurements along and around him, noting them all down in a PDA. The two remained silent for a few minutes until Dana finally broke the silence as she worked.
     "You know," she began, "we've had a lot of applicants for this job lately, but I think you're the first one in about two or three months that'll work."
     "Really?" he asked. "Why's that?"
     "Well, this particular job is a bit physically demanding, and you appear to be in excellent shape. It also requires a certain body structure and physical shape, and you have that, too." Dana continued measuring for another two minutes, and finally put the PDA and tape measure away. "There we go, Mike, all finished. Oh, and here." Dana reached in her pocket, handing Mike wad of bills. "Five hundred dollars. Your salary will be two thousand dollars a week." Mike's eyes almost popped out of his head.
     "Wha? Two thousand dollars? Are you sure this is even going to be legal?" Dana just laughed.
     "No, no, don't worry. Everything we do here is absolutely legal, I assure you," she said with a smile. "You can head on home. Enjoy yourself for the next two weeks. I'll be calling you soon, and you'll come back here and begin immediately! All right?" Mike nodded, still dumbfounded from the money. Dana giggled, taking his paw and leading him out to the front door.

     For the next two weeks, Mike was completely stumped. He had no idea exactly what sort of thing he would be doing, and the closer it came to the day he was to start, the more it bothered him. Should he be worried? What if he messes up? It was a lot of money, after all... but why so much? He put it all out of his mind, though, when two weeks to the day later he received a call from Dana.
     "Mike? Hello, it's Dana! I just received your costume, so get ready and get over here as soon as you can!"

     About an hour later, Mike was parked in the driveway of the mansion again. This time, however, he saw Dana standing outside waiting for him. She noticed his car pull up, and she walked over to meet him.
     "Hello, Mike! You're a bit earlier than I thought you'd be, that's excellent. We can get you ready earlier, come on!" Dana led Mike into the mansion again, back into the office room from last time. This time, however, all the furniture was gone. The only things in the room were a large wooden wardrobe, a couch, and a huge mirror about six feet tall. "Have a seat," Dana said, "and you'll have to strip again. Don't worry, you'll be covered by the costume, so nobody will see your naked body," she said. "Nobody but me, anyway," she added with a wink. Mike chuckled, and began to take off his clothes, laying them on the arm of the couch.
     "Say, Dana," Mike asked while he removed his clothes, "I still don't know exactly what I have to do here. Do I have to know any specific actions, or routines, or anything like that?"
     "You'll understand in just a moment," Dana replied as she opened the door to the wardrobe after Mike finished removing his clothes. She tossed a small, shiny, black garment at Mike. He unfolded it to see what it was, and his eyes widened as he saw what he was holding. It was a pair of shiny, black rubber shorts, but the insides were padded, there were holes for his tail and for his ass, and the front had female genetalia built into it. Mike almost dropped them in surprise when he saw what they were.
     "What the hell?!" Mike gsped in shock. "What is this?!"
     "You will be a female lovedoll for Mr. Cliff, the owner of this mansion. I am simply his assistant in charge of finding him new toys to play with. Of course, not all of our applicants happen to be female as I'm sure you're well aware of, but we have a provider who makes suits specifically designed to remedy that." Mike tossed the shorts to the floor, and stood up, ready to storm out.
     "Well, I hope you find someone else. I wouldn't do this for all the money in the world," he growled as he grabbed his clothes. "I should have known there was something wrong here." Mike was about to storm out, but Dana quickly pulled a small syringe out of her pocket, injecting it into Mike's neck. He immediately fell back to sit on the couch, paralyzed.
     "Strong muscle relaxant," Dana explained. "Don't worry, you still have full feeling all over your body," she said as she teasingly ran her claws down his chest, "but as I'm sure you've found you'll be unable to move or speak for about an hour. More than enough time for me to get you ready myself. You see, I don't just want you to work here for Mr. Cliff," she said as she sat in his lap, using a claw to lightly trace circles in his chest fur. "I want you to work here for me, too. It would be a shame for you to be a female character performer all day and night, you know, especially when you're quite the male," she giggled as her paw slowly meandered down his belly to his sheath...

     With that, Dana grinned and stood up, getting to work. The mirror was situated to where Mike could see what she was doing to him. She picked up the pair of pants and slid them onto Mike's legs, working them up and pulling his tail through the rear hole, adjusting them so his own tailhole matched the hole in the pants. They fit perfectly against him, and were padded to give his already thin body an even more feminine appearance. She took the next piece out of the closet -- a combination corset/bra. She leaned Mike forward slightly and put it onto him, lacing up the back and pulling it tightly, forcing some air out of Mike's lungs in an uncomfortable groan. After a few minutes of tightening, Mike's already small midsection was compressed tightly into an even smaller size. The bra was already stuffed with two inflatable breastforms, which Dana pumped up to give him moderately-sized breasts. The next piece was a small, hollow rubber tube. Dana coated it with a clear liquid, and slowly pushed it up Mike's tailhole, keeping it wide open. Mike, who was beginning to regain some of his faculties, groaned uncomfortably. Dana giggled.
     "Don't worry, Mike, it's for easy access back there. You'll get used it it going in and out soon enough. Oh, and you'll also be quite glad it's there should Mr. Cliff decide to use it..."

     With the main modifications to Mike's body through the undergarments finished, Dana pulled out the main bodysuit of the costume; a one-piece, full-coverage black rubber suit with a rear zipper entry. She began to slide it up Mike's legs, and like the other pieces it fit perfectly against his body. It was internally padded to make his legs look perfectly feminine, complete with separate toes for his own and toe-claws painted red. They were made of soft padded rubber, though, so they weren't sharp at all. Dana continued pulling the suit up to Mike's waist, lifting him up slightly -- she was a lot stronger than she looked, and it helped that he was smaller than she was -- to work his tail into the tail of the suit. The suit's tail, however, was long and thin as opposed to his own somewhat fluffy dog tail. The suit fit perfectly against Mike's body, made to fit him while he was wearing the padded shorts underneath. The main suit's slit lined up perfectly with the slit in Mike's pants, as did the tailhole. Dana flexed Mike's legs a few times to work them into the suit, and giggled. "When the muscle relaxant wears off," she explained, "you'll find you can move quite easily in the suit. Of course, you probably won't be able to as you'll be restrained all the time and only released for movement while you've been injected with more muscle relaxant."

     Dana continued dressing Mike, the suit now up to his armpits. Even the part of the suit covering the corset and bra didn't look out of place, and was strategically padded so that it looked like there was nothing but a female body underneath the suit. She next slid his arms into the suit's arms and began working them in all the way. Again, the suit was made to fit Mike perfectly, and was padded in such a way to make his arms look very feminine. The hands of the suit, like the toes, had separate fingers, with soft rubber claws painted red. With the suit on up to Mike's neck now, Dana zipped it up about halfway. A flap over the zipper closed strategically as she fastened the zipper, and hid the zipper perfectly, making it look like nothing more than a simple seam. The final part to be put on Mike was the head of the suit, which she pulled up and over his own head. The eyes were molded and painted onto the suit, and looked like absolutely real dark purple eyes. There were no obvious holes but Mike found he could see out the pupils of the eyes easily. As Dana adjusted the head, he could see it was quite literally a cat suit -- the hood pressed against his own face, but was molded and padded to look like a sexy female cat, completely with painted on, permanent makeup. The suit's mouth was permanently open, and Dana fumbled with a small tube similar to the one she inserted in Mike's tailhole earlier, this one with a rubber mouthguard inside though. She stuck it into his muzzle, covering his teeth so that the only thing not coated in rubber in his mouth was his tongue. With the suit fully on, Dana finished zipping it up, tucking the zippers into special compartments in the back rendering them invisible. The whole suit's zipper looked like nothing but a seam.

     Finally finished dressing Mike, Dana picked up his clothes and went to put them away in the wardrobe. Mike tried to move, finding he could wiggle his fingers and toes slightly. He tried to talk, but his words were muffled by the device in his mouth. He tried to push it out with his tongue, but it wouldn't budge. Dana giggled and walked back over to Mike, squeezing his breasts. As she did, Mike felt a pleasureable sensation against his own chest. He "mmph"ed in confusion, and Dana grinned, sliding a finger playfully into Mike's new pussy. Again, Mke felt a strange, but definitely pleasurable, sensation against his own cock under the padded shorts. He could feel his cock begin to poke out of his sheath at the feeling, but there was still no sign on the outside he was anything but a female rubber cat. Mike tried to move again, finding this time his arms and legs were slowly beginning to respond, but Dana handcuffed Mike's paws behind his back. "Now, then, let's go introducte you to your new owner, Mr. Cliff. But don't worry, Michelle," she said with a wink, "he'll give you plenty of time off. And when he does, I'll be more than happy to use the real you myself..."