You take the costume from his paws and find it's a furry werewolf costume, adorned in a dark blue janitors uniform, a name is pinned on it reading "Hello, my name is Wolfy." Not wanting to anger the costumed man you quickly slip it on, sliding your arms and legs into the costume, pulling the mask over your head and zipping it back up. You feel a strange surge of energy as you do. It feels incredible, inhuman even. You examine yourself and the costume looks great on you. The massive white, clawed feet and hands fit bizarrely well over your human ones, the whole costume is like that as if it was made for you. You hear a voice, "great, we need more janitors around here." You look up and realize that they are much too far to hear normally. Nervous and unwilling to do any work you try to unzip the costume, becoming more and more frantic feeling your large paws against the furry back of the costume quickly discovering the zipper had vanished. You let out a loud howl of terror, one that was distinctly canine. The costume had taken over you. You start off crying, but slowly you find yourself filled with glee, starting to accept your change, feeling pride for your new job, ready to work. The tiger calls out to you "come on Wolfy" he says. You rush over without a second thought, not realizing that that's not your name. He gives you a grin displaying his sharp teeth, and leads you to your first assignment.