Jody, a 35-year-old man walked into the store, Medallion of Zulu in hand. Actually the Medallion was in his rear pocket. His eyes scanning the racks and shelves with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. Today, he decided it was time to do something about his body. As he sheepishly wandered through the aisles of ladies' wear, something caught his eye: a sleek box with bold lettering that read "Miracle Shapewer." The packaging was stylish, featuring a confident woman with a flawless silhouette, and it promised a lot. "Targeted tummy control, waist-cinching panels, smooth rounded hips, and booty-enhancing packets for lift and shape." Jody knew this was exactly what he wanted. Jody had worried that using the Medallion of Zulu on just any old pantie could give unexpected results. But this garment was special. It was for sculpting a woman's body.

Skeptical, Jody picked up the box and examined it closely. The claims seemed too good to be true. Could one piece of shapewear really deliver all that? After a moment of deliberation, he grabbed a size he liked and headed toward the men's dressing rooms, curiosity getting the better of him. As his body was still very masculine, he didn't dare enter the ladies' changing rooms even with a feminine garment.

In the small, fluorescent-lit room, Jody slipped out of his clothes, jeans, and male briefs, and gingerly pulled on the Miracle Shapewer. At first, it felt tight---snug in a way that made him doubt it could ever be comfortable. But then he touched the garment with the Medallion of Zulu while pulling the fabric into place and smoothing it over his body. A momnet later, something remarkable began to happen.

The tummy control panel hugged his midsection, flattening his stomach in a way he hadn't thought possible. The bulge of his penis quickly disappeared. He ran his hand over the fabric, marveling at how soft, smooth but firm his torso had become. The padded waist cinching panels did their job too, pulling in his waist and widening out his hips to create an hourglass shape. He twisted from side to side, watching as the shapewear sculpted his figure, seamlessly smoothing out any unwanted lumps and bulges.

Jody's eyes widened as he turned to examine his hips and rear in the mirror. The padding on the hips gave him curves he hadn't known he could have, rounding out his shape with a subtle but undeniable enhancement. And then there was his backside---lifted, firm, and shaped in a way that defied belief. The booty-enhancing packets worked like magic, creating a perky, defined silhouette that made him feel like he was looking at someone else in the mirror.

For a moment, he stood there, stunned. He turned around to check his figure from every angle, unable to believe what he was seeing. He had the body from the upper thigh to the lower torso of a woman. The garment in conjunction with the Medallion of Zulu worked better than he could have ever dreamed. His transformation had begun.

Jody smoothed his hands over his newly shaped figure, a smile of satisfaction creeping onto his face. Jody redressed in his former apparel. But, the fit was strained with his new lower figure. He exited the dressing room with the miracle garment in hand. He didn't have to purchase the Miracle Shaper Short, but he was going to anyway.

Jody's transformation wasn't done. He would try another Miracle product. The next one, the Miracle Tight.

After his exhilarating experience with the Miracle Shaper, Jody's eyes caught sight of another enticing product on the shelf: Miracle Pantyhose. The sleek packaging boasted bold promises, much like the shaper had. "Body-shaping control from the tummy through the thighs," it read, "airbrushes cellulite for a flawless finish." And, as if speaking directly to him, the packaging declared it to be the "perfect match with the Miracle Shaper."

Curiosity piqued and optimism rising, Jody couldn't resist. He grabbed a pair and made his way back to the men's dressing room, eager to see if this pantyhose could work its magic just as the shaper had.

Back in front of the mirror, he carefully slid the hose up his legs, already noticing how smoothly they glided on, wrapping him in a gentle but firm embrace. Once fully in place, Jody touched the hose with the Medallion of Zulu. He immediately felt the control the pantyhose promised---snug around his tummy and thighs, smoothing everything out without feeling tight. It was like a second skin, contouring his body seamlessly. His legs became more shapely. They also felt oddly more energetic and flexible. He felt like he could bend from the waist and touch his toes. Something he hadn't tried in a couple of decades. When he attempted to touch his toes, he found that he was flexible enough for his nose to be able to touch the lower part of his shins. It was amazing.