Slumped against the wall in despair, you don't notice your new legs inching their way closer to the closet door until they get close enough to grab the corner and yank it open. In a flash, the rest of the costume shoots out at you. Jumping to your feet (traitorous though they may be) you start running away as fast as you can. The upper half and lower half of the costume both miss their lunges and plop into the wall that you were just sitting against, then they both turn and start scrambling their way across the floor with what limbs they have, heading directly towards you. The good news is that the costume doesn't seem to be capable of moving very fast, especially without its legs. The bad news is that your big flat duck feet aren't very good at running. The loud slap-slap-slaping noise they make as you run turns into more of a slip-woosh-thud as you find yourself losing your balance and landing bill-first. That your bill doesn't seem to be harmed is a pretty minor comfort.
The upper half of the costume is a little bit ahead, and winds an arm around yours before you get up. You run into the kitchen and shut the door, keeping the lower half out, before you start tugging at the upper half that's already ripped off your shirt and covered your right arm. Your efforts are too little too late, however, as the suit opens up and engulfs your arms and shoulders. As an unfortunate bonus, the suit turns out to have been carrying it's own mask, which it shoves over your head, carefully aligning the mouth hole around your bill.
Once the mask is on and you have your right back, the suit stops it's movement, and you quickly lock the kitchen door. This lock is pretty solid, so you're at least safe from the last piece of the suit for the moment, long enough to see what you look like now. Looking down at your arms first, you see that they look mostly the same, the only real change being that they've thinned out quite a bit. Once you get down to your hands the real changes begin. Your fingers look like a mix of finger and feather, being longer, thinner, and flexible. With a bit of difficulty, you take out your phone and use the camera to look at your face. You find that it does appear that you're wearing a suit, you can even see that the mask has eye holes that show your real eyes through them. Feeling hope that maybe the suit hasn't really changed you, you try to reach under the seam of the eye holes, but you can't feel any lip to the mask, it blends right into your face. Trying to lift the costume off from where it ends on your chest leads to the same result, if the duck is still a suit, than it's one that's firmly attached to you.
Seeing yourself looking back from the camera, the combination of the goofy bill and the friendly mask makes it look like you're posing for a costume photo rather than dealing with an attack by some kind of monster. Seeing yourself look like this makes the frustration you felt throughout the morning well up again, and you let out a few loud, sputtering quacks, which don't exactly make you feel any better. You stop when you start feeling a strange emotion within you that doesn't seem like your own. "Quacik Wack Quack!" (*Translation from duck: "It's the suit!") you quack out. You can feel the suit laughing at you, glorying in it's revenge, but you can also tell the suit is pretty weak. Perhaps there's a way to break out of the suit?