"Here! This one will look great on you," said Carrie presenting a raccoon suit to John, "I know how you feel about raccoons"
John blushed a bit, embarrassed that Carrie would talk about his love of the critter in public, not that the storeclerk really cared.
"Yeah, I guess I try that one on." John said taking the gray furred outfit from Carrie.
John was lead back to a changing room, stepping behind the green curtain, he examined the suit. It was gray and furry, with an outline around it, like most other things here in this world. It didn't look like it would fit properly, the legs seems too short.
Sticking in the first leg through the unzipped opening in the back, John found it fit perfectly. Giving his toes an experimental wiggle, he found them to look exactly like he dreamed they would be. He quickly put on the reast of the suit, sticking his hands into the black gloved arms and slipping the masked head over his own. John's jaw dropped in comic fashion when he saw himself in the mirror. He looked just like a toon! Experimentally giving his nose a honk and a swish of his new striped tail confirmed it, he could feel everything as if it had always been a part of him.
John rushed out of the changing room to show Carrie his new form.