Naked from the waist down, you sit down on the bench in the changing room, both hands now holding the tail. You lean back against the wall and pull your legs up, then slide the opening of the triangular skirt to your feet. You get halfway and stop, as the top of the tail is dry, but your feet feel a dampness in the tail about halfway down. You slide the tail back off and take your socks off, as you don't want to wear damp socks in your shoes on your way home. You take your socks off and put them next to you, then try this tail thing again. The first time, halfway was getting really snug, and you are not sure how this is going to work. The second time your leaning back against the wall as the tail skirt gets half way, and your feet once again contact the wet portion of the tail. You wiggle your feet and toes, and realize it's a slick substance, which makes sense to you as you start to pull harder to get the tail the rest of the way on. Your feet feel as if they are heel to heel as they slip through the tip of the tail, making it hard to stand, so you push with your feet against the floor and lift your butt as you pull the tail over your butt and up past your waist. You try to move your legs and feet so you can stand, feeling the slick part of the tail up to the top of your knees. The tail skirt is very tight past your knees, and you cannot manage to stand on your feet. You find yourself out of breath as the tail skirt is stiff and any movement of your lower body takes a lot of effort. Soon you rest, as your upper body is now sweating. You take off your shirt, leaving you naked except for the wetsuit tail skirt covering your lower half down to your ankles. You feel the slickness in the tail skirt move upward, as you sweat while wearing the tail. You reach to your waist and struggle to get a grip on the wetsuit, as it's now grown to be quite slick. You keep your focus and slowly get a grip and then the tail skirt quickly slides down. You lean back and slide the tail skirt off your legs and feet. The smell of a rubbery lube permeates the air of the small changing room. You decide to get this and one other option for a costume. You hang the tail skirt and fin back up on the hanger, then get dressed, unable to clean the lube off yourself. Redressed, you take the costume and blue wig to the counter and ask the male attendant for a recommendation, especially since the tail was so hot to wear. He takes you down the same aisle as the mer-tail costume and takes a hanger from the rack that holds two items, a white rubberized female water polo swimsuit that goes from the neck to the knees, and a pair of bright teal rubberized swim tights, marked as a men's medium.
"Either of these will help keep you cool with the mertail," the attendant offers. Then the attendant picks a thin, silvery spandex full face scuba hood and hands it to you, adding, "Put this one on under the wig. That wig is tough to remove once you get it wet."
"Anything else?" you ask.
The attendant ponders a moment, and looks down then goes back to the counter, and into the stock room. You wait at the counter when he comes back with small box. "Put this in before you wear anything else, so you can remove everything without difficulty." The attendant opens the box, and it looks like a rather large ruby, "Place this on your navel, and press in firmly."
"How much for a one week rental?" you ask.
The attendant shakes his head, "These are older items, and are discontinued. You can buy everything for $250. If your not satisfied, I'll refund you $200 after a week. Fair enough?"
The cost is much higher than you wanted, but were prepared to go over $100 for a good costume. You hand over your credit card and once everything is in the bag, you head to Amy's apartment.
Once at Amy's apartment, you have plenty of time to get ready, it's just after lunch and the party doesn't start until after dark. You and Amy compare costumes, and she is intrigued by yours. It seems Amy's costume was very skimpy for a curvy girl, and kind of lewd. Her devil tail ended in a rather large butt plug. Her bodysuit was more strap than suit. Her shoes were sandals with stiletto spikes.
You ask, "I thought you didn't like heels, so...?" as you point to the strange sandals.
Amy responds, "When do I do anything normal for halloween? Besides, I will wait until we get to Gina's to wear them."
Then Amy asks, "Do you want to model costumes for each other? I'll put mine on if you put yours on." Amy's bodysuit didn't have anything to cover her vagina, and that could be fun."