Rubbing your thighs through the material, your surprised to notice how realistic the scales feel. You've held some fish before as your dad likes to try his luck on your annual vacations to Florida, and these feel almost the same: smooth and slick but not slimy, somewhat rough around the edges... Stumbling to the side, you collapse onto the stool. Your legs are feeling a bit numb from the constriction, so you decide to take the costume off. It's perfect, and you can't wait for everyone to see you in it tonight!
Feeling around the waist, you have a moment of panic when you can't seem to get your fingers under the edge; the latex really hugs your skin, almost forming a seal. Sighing in relief, you get your thumbs under the material on your hips and begin to peel it downwards, lifting your pelvis as you go. Your legs are really clammy as they emerge, sticking together slightly. As you reach your ankles, you pull first one foot and then the other out of the tiny hole at the bottom - was it that small before?
Tossing the tail aside, you reach behind you to untie the seashell string. It must have gotten knotted, because it takes a few tugs and you fumble blindly for a bit before you feel it start to loosen. As the strings dangle, you're chuckle quietly when you realize the shells are stuck to your boobs. They fit you so well you almost don't need the twine at all! Wedging a fingertip under the edge, the first seashell releases with an audible *pop!* followed quickly by the other. You retrieve your bra and slip it on, feeling somewhat reluctant - those shells felt better than this stupidly-expensive contraption! Sliding into your jeans, you feel the same strange reluctance and an irritation with your normal clothes. You couldn't wait for the party when you could put the costume back on and slip into the pool!
As you brushed the blue waves over your shoulder, your fingers became tangled and you feel the wig tug on your scalp. It's feels almost as if you're tugging on your own hair! Sliding your fingers around your hairline, you quickly become frustrated that you seem unable to find the edge. Giving up, you grasp the base of the hairs at the crown of your head and give a hard PULL... only to let out a *Yelp!* at the sharp pain this causes.
"I'm gonna have to as the cashier how to remove this wig!" you think, twisting your head this way and that in the mirror, trying once more to find the edge of the wig cap. "Or maybe they'll let me pay for it and wear it out of the store?" You pull your shirt back on, wrangling the curls out of the neckline and fluffing them around you again. It's longer than your normal shoulder-length bob, and will take some managing, but it looked so good with the costume that the hassle of dealing with it for the rest of the afternoon barely registers.
Slipping back into your shoes, you gather up the tail and seashell bra and exit the changing stall, heading for the checkout.