You decided to take it home and try it on in the comfort of your bedroom.
Now you still lived with your parents, but that was by choice. Your parents had several medical conditions, nothing life threatening, not since your dad's brain tumor scare a year ago. Luckily it was benign and the treatments kept your dad out of brain surgery, he'd and your mom had been on the operating table too many times for your comfort.
But you weren't worried about them just for your sake, but for the sake of your 6 year old brother Patrick. Patrick was a little ball of energy and having you around meant dad and mom could rest easily knowing Patrick had you to pal around with and rough house with him.
Unlike most older brothers, you loved playing with him. It didn't matter how silly or childish his games were, you did your duty as a big brother to ensure that Patrick would be able to grow up and develop healthy as all little boys should be able to.
"Nate, your home!" Patrick said, hugging you as tightly as he could, which, with him as a six year old boy, wasn't hard at all.
"Hey Bud, can you help your big brother out and take this up to our room?" Nate asked, ruffling Patrick's blond hair. "You got it, I'll keep the Galactic Empire from getting the Death Star plans!" Patrick said, making a wooshing noise followed by the Star Wars theme. Nate laughed as he went to get a couple of cold sodas, one for him and one for Patrick.
In contrast to most kids his age, Patrick despised most of the the 'Disney Canon' of Star Wars as Nate sure his first exposure to Star Wars was through the Classical Expanded Universe.
Patrick brought the bag to the 'rebel base', that being his and Nate's Room. It was the largest room in the house and for good reason, it was their 'secret base' where the boys slept and played together.
Patrick accidentally dumped out the Contents of the bag. The Six year old boy looked at the exquisitely made toga. Like his brother, it drew the child to it, compelling him to disrobe and Don the toga.
Patrick threw his clothes off and did just that. Patrick found the Toga and matching footwear had shrunk down to his size. Patrick say that the toga wrapped around him perfectly. Not too tight, not too loose. In addition, divine powers and knowledge coursed through his body. The young boy was scared, but also excited. Patrick's body lost it's baby fat, transforming himself into a lean, muscular kid. The type who exercised under careful supervision to ensure that his body wouldn't be damaged. The kind of training his brother promised to supervise. While Nate was no Jock, he was very smart and promised today would be the day that he would introduce Patrick to exercising.
But now, thanks to this Toga, Patrick had transcended mortality and became a Greco-Roman god. But which one?