The man walks up to the stall next to you, but doesn't use it, instead he just stares at you, waiting for you to acknowledge him. You try to ignore him, but you feel his eyes sizing you up. You zip up your fly and turn to him ready to chew him out, but end up stopping, pausing out of amazement. The man's wearing an incredible, fat werewolf costume with realistic, thick brown fur and claws, perfect looking mask and a huge, jiggly, belly both covered in food, wearing only a pair of tight cargo pants, it's a pretty incredible outfit. You take a deep breath in and almost gag, he reeks of booze, rotting food and shit.
"You need a costume, right buddy?" He says in a low deep growl, his chin jiggling as he talks. You just lucked out, especially with how good his costume is, maybe he can point you in the direction of another really good one.
"Uh...yes sir," you say. He flashes you a big toothy grin, somehow making the mask move, showing off his disgustingly dirty fangs.
"Well you want mine," he says breathing his disgusting, hot breath it your face. You don't want to because of the smell, but you're almost afraid to tell him know, and you can always wash it.
"Uh...Sure I'll take it off your hands..." you reply hesitantly. His grin gets bigger, drool dripping down on to the floor, and you've realized you've just made a terrible mistake.
"Alright then," he says, "we'll trade." Confused, you open your mouth to retort, but you can't move your mouth, you can't move anything. His bright yellow eyes pierce into you as you stare helplessly feeling lighter and lighter, almost weightless, until suddenly you feel heavy and apathetic. You open your eyes and the person you see...is you, grinning from ear to ear as he runs out the bathroom door. You try to chase after him but you feel so heavy and slow. Concerned you double back into the bathroom and hurry towards a mirror, feeling only what you can imagine is warm shit, squishing around in your pants with each step. You let out a loud howl of fear as you do because, you're now the fat werewolf!
Desperately you dig through pockets, trying to find any clues, but instead all you find is old food scraps. You grab a greasy , half-eaten chicken leg from your pocket and chew on it nervously, unsure what's going to happen.
"You better hurry," a deep voice calls out to you, you look up and you're standing face to face with a massive black minotaur. "He can't leave the zoo till morning, but when he does, you're stuck in his body forever." You try asking him questions but he walks away disappearing into the crowd. You begin brainstorming, because you need to hurry and find your body before it's too late