A costume of smooth skin and thick shaggy hair makes you wonder just what this must look like. A shake to make it fold out gives the thought of something erotic and wonderously nice.
Opening the back fingers touch a coarsness like velcrove. Yet in earnest one leg slips down and into the costume as an arm fits inside pulling it upward. Another leg in the strange coldness tingles at toes.
The other arm in and a facemask hangs just below your chin. A fuzzy hand tucks one's privates down and in as arms begin to offer new senses as never before.
A shiver of cold chill and the desire to close up the seam granting warmth and comfort.
Smoothing out wrinkles and with the mask in hand you pull it up and over your head.