Having a quick look through your sister's costumes, you manage to find the one she'd worn a couple years ago, when she was how old you are now; a nurse costume. More accurately, a "sexy nurse" costume. You remember you sister had basically needed to sneak it into the house, not believing that your mother would let her wear something like this out, though she was a bit less secretive in later years, with your mother not minding the kinds of costumes your sister wanted to wear. Since your sister had worn it when she was your age, you figured it would probably fit you well enough, and you thought it might be funny to see yourself wearing the costume, so you go ahead and select it.
With the outfit selected, the panel retracted back into the closet, and in its place, some robotic arms came out and lifted you into the air as they undressed you. You knew from experience that it was easiest to just sit back and let the arms do their thing while using the autocloset, even if you were going to be getting dressed in an altogether unfamiliar costume. The closet knew what it was doing better than you did, and the last thing you wanted to do was get hurt by messing with the arms.
That said, you were more than a little anxious when the closet started doing things you weren't familiar with. After being left completed naked, a red light suddenly ran down your body, as if scanning you. Your autocloset didn't normally do that, so why was Hazel's doing it? Could it tell you weren't Hazel? You would get your answers very soon, as a new pair of arms came out, spraying some sort of foam over your arms and legs. It felt like it was burning a little, but it was soon removed once more as the arms wiped it away, revealing perfectly hairless skin underneath. Your eyes widen a little at this, but you were mostly just relieved. Losing your body hair wasn't something you'd been expecting, but at least it was better than getting caught butt-naked in your sister's closet and getting in trouble.
Now that that was done, the closet moved onto the actual outfit, starting with the padding. While your sister was obviously a woman, and thus already had the right proportions to wear a woman's costume, the padding had been used to play up the "sexy" angle of the "sexy nurse". As a side effect, it meant that even a guy like you would be able to wear the costume. Right on cue, a pair of fake breasts was lowered in front of you, and pressed against your chest. They felt cold and slightly wet, which you could only assume was because they had some sort of adhesive on them so they'd stick to your chest. You couldn't help but wonder how strong that adhesive was, but it was too late to go back now. At the same time, you felt a similar set of padding being attached to your hips and butt. The arms held the pads in place for a moment, before retracting and allowing them to drop, now firmly held in place by the adhesive. Your face flushes a little, staring down at the large breast-like pads now stuck to your chest, jiggling as they dropped down. They felt surprisingly heavy for what were supposed to be fake breasts, leaving you to wonder just what they were filled with.
With your padding now in place, it was time for you to be dressed. A white bra was wrapped around your fake chest, and white pair of panties were pulled up your legs. While they were clearly made large enough to fit the padding they came with, they weren't really designed to fit your male genitals, as the panties felt a bit tight. Before you could dwell to long on that, a white dress with red accents was pulled over your head. The neckline plunged deep into your fake cleavage, and the hem of the skirt was just barely low enough to cover your panties. You supposed that was to be expected of a sexy nurse costume, but it certainly had a different vibe while wearing it instead of looking at it. A pair of white stockings were pulled up your legs next, still leaving your now hairless thighs on full display, with a pair of red high heels coming after them. For the final touches, a pair of elbow-length gloves were pulled up your arms, and a small white hat with a red cross on it was placed atop your head. And just like that, you were fully dressed in your sister's sexy nurse costume.
You had expected to be placed down and let out of the closet now, but there was one step you'd forgotten; hair and makeup. Rather than placing you down as the door to the closet, the arms carried you out and into the arms of your sister's salon chair, having transmitted the data of what style to apply. Held down in the chair, you did your best to stay still as all sorts of creams and powders you didn't recognise were applied to your face, and the arms did something to your hair just out of view. After what felt awkwardly long, the chair was finally done, and the arms lifted you off the chair and onto your feet, allowing you to learn just how difficult it was to balance in heels this tall.
Now free of any arms restraining you, you stumble your way towards the full length mirror your sister has in her room. With each wobbly step, wondering how on earth women are able to walk in shoes like this, you feel the padding jiggling, pulling at the skin it was attached to. You could only hope the adhesive wasn't too strong, and you'd be able to remove it without asking someone for help. You could also feel something swishing around behind you, tickling the back of your neck. You knew you could probably just grab it and pull it around in front of you to see, but you figured you'd see it in the mirror anyway.
And see it you did. Within the mirror's reflection, you saw someone who could barely even be recognised as you. Your face had been so heavily made up behind the lipstick and fake lashes, amongst other things you didn't know the names of, that you'd be forgiven for believing it was the face of a woman, to say nothing of the wavy blonde hair that framed it. While you were distracted by the makeup, the salon chair must have dyed your hair and given it extensions. The dye would probably wash out, considering your sister had only had the blonde hair for her costume, but you didn't really know how to take off hair extensions. If worse came to worst, you could probably just cut them off.
Looking away from your face and down to your body, you were surprised by how well you came out. Your waist wasn't thin enough to really pull off the costume as well as your sister had, but the padding up top and below helped distract from that. They'd been big enough to look comically large when your sister wore the costume, but now applied to your flatter figure, they appeared quite large for your size, but still within the realm of believability. Adding in your now hairless arms and thighs, and the stockings covering your lower legs, and you could almost completely pass as a woman... if not for the bulge present at the front of the overly tight dress. You could probably try and shift it around to not be as obvious, but right now it was pretty clear you were still a man under all of this.
"Well, that was an experience," you mumbled to yourself. Perhaps you should have gone with a different outfit, one that didn't result in a huge pair of fake breasts being glued to your chest, but you couldn't exactly say you were unhappy with the results. It would just be a little more difficult to get yourself looking back to your normal self again. First port of call would be getting out of this costume and getting your own clothes back. Perhaps your own autocloset could help with removing the padding.
"Then again..." You start to do a few poses, having a bit of fun with your mostly feminine reflection. You were home alone until your mum and sisters got home from France, so there was no real rush. If you wanted to walk around the house looking like a sexy nurse, you could. Who was going to stop you? Heck, while this padding was still stuck to you, maybe you could try out some other clothes. Your sister didn't just have costumes in her closet, after all. The padding may have made you a bit curvier than her, but some of her clothes were bound to still fit. Preferably something with more sensible footwear, and perhaps something that made your bulge less obvious.
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