Excited to be out of something that was wet and dirty he was wearing at the moment, John quickly unzipped the suitcase and took a look at what was inside for a change of clothes. throwing back the top end of the suitcase open that he was shortly after greeted by the most unusual thing he'd ever seen in his life. who ever this suitcase belonged to had a thing for rubber as you reached in to pull it out.
John groaned as he rolled his eyes while holding it up to himself. Ok, this is just stupid. how did I get some guy's suitcase that has a crazy thing for rubber? Even if he has a fetish fashion for rubber, I can't just go out there with this thing on while looking like a strange person who could be anyone's problems. I don't even know for I just can't, can I?"
The inside of the suit somehow still felt...warm as this was getting strange to him. However, the back of the outfit was situated with a long zipper. Feather on expecting the rubber suit while thinking it was the only apparent entrance to get in and out of, he couldn't help it as he squirmed in his muddy wet clothes.
Thinking of rushing out to sneak a different briefcase was out of the question as John was now stuck with this thing. Still, maybe it wouldn't be so bad that the thought of leaving it behind when it's not even his might cause trouble from a security guard. This also meant more trouble for John, if the actual owner of the suitcase catches him with it that his only option wasto wear it out while trying it on.
John began to strip off his mucky wey clothing as he hung them up over the side of the bathroom stall. Shivering a bit from being in wet clothes, he soon held up the costume out in front of him. "Ah Man, just my luck. Of all the days on forgeting to finally wear boxer shorts, why did it had to be now? Oh well, I guess you can't win them all."
He struggled to slip his one foot in a fubbery fashion of the outfit that he got a very strange sensation, almost like he was wearing high heels with no heels. Shrugging this off that he shortly placed in his other foot as he gently pulled the costume up and over his manhood, noticing there was now a large bulgeing spot to where it is. Placing his arms around and into the costume that John actually started to admire the costume a bit on how it looked so far, almost forgetting to worry about something this late at night.
Finally, it all came down to just the mask hood as this did help thing quite a bit to cover up his face. " Well, here goes nothing..." slipping the mask over his head as he lines up with the eyeholes that with a final tug on the zipper, he was finally dressed in someone's fetish outfit for he was now ready to head out to meet the world.
John almost took his old clothes with him as they were now ruined. He figured he wouldn't be needing them anymore that even if what has happened to John right now, he was ready to head back out into the airport. He took them off the side stall that were on the bathroom as he shortly after took care of his business with his very own clothing he once wore.
Now Right, he really did not care about what he was dressed in as he just wanted to get to a hotel, get his clothes that were cleaned and dried, and out of this slick costume. He also wanted to look inconspicuous as possible that he began to walk out of the bathroom, after pulling out his important needs of his i.d., wallet, money, keys, etc. And burying his unwanted clothing into the garbage while covering them with the trash already in the trash bin. He felt the tight rubber like material rub together, slightly creating a soft squeaking noise that as he walked to the exit of the airport once more is where he could feel the stares he was getting from them.
No one said a word about this however as he was really happy that it was so late. So late in fact that not alot of people were at the airport, so no one could really see him like this. He soon began to walk pass the luggage pickup assembly line, where he found the baggage as he was now wearing from it someone's fetish outfit of a rubber....