"Right." Adam mumbled, struggling to hold the headpiece dangling from his neck between his two oversized paws. His heart fluttered in his ears. The mask was going to be a tight fit around Adam's black beard and broad chin.
Of everything to reassure himself that cross-dressing for the whole day wasn't going to be humiliating, all he managed was a ditzy: "It's fine. You're going to look gorgeous."
He blushed even harder at the strange choice of words.
Stepping out of the changing room cubicle fifteen minutes after he went in, Adam was met by a similarly suited feline waiting for him. Well, similar in the sense that they were both wearing lion costumes. Nile's was padded like a muscle-suit, adding a stupendous girth to his chest that looked ridiculous; big square pectorals and a blocky eight-pack. A huge, chocolate-brown mane cascaded down the man's shoulders, encircling a fluffy muzzle and proud chin. It was as if the designer had picked a classic anthropomorphic lion and decided that it needed yet more muscle. Ugh! Why was it the skinny nerd got the muscle suit and Adam got...this. He resisted the urge to paw at his fake titties.
Nile wolf-whistled as Adam traipsed gingerly through the sand towards him.
"Whoa. I see you're used to wearing women's sizes."
"Very funny." Adam snapped back, blinking profusely under the bright Florida sunlight. He adjusted his mask again, realigning the eye-holes and letting the unexpectedly technical hinged jaw motion align with his chin. Already, it felt like the sweaty fabric was adhering to his skin.
Nile was still laughing. The lioness set her jaw...nhh his jaw.
"What, you think this is funny?" Adam placed his hands on his now much wider hips, internally groaning at how he accidentally thrust out his chest as if to make his tits look bigger. The more he spoke, the more Adam's words were obscured by his lingering light-headedness. "I bet I'll pull waaay more customers wearing this sexy outfit. They'll be all over me, demanding surf hire material."
"Yeah yeah, like they won't resist coming to me with this beach bod." Nile pointed puffy, clawed thumbs towards himself. "You wish!"
"Then it's settled." Crossed her arms across her chest, the lioness...uh, Adam felt a strange spark of static shoot up his spine. He ignored the sensation, only wishing his angry glare could be seen through the mask. "The person who takes the highest commission wins."
And, before Nile could fit in another mocking word, Adam stomped towards the shack and grabbed her...his...fuck! Why was his head so muddled! The lioness set her jaw, hating how the wag of her faux tail felt as she stomped over to grab a sign. Only then did she shuffle across the sand for a good spot to start pulling-in the day's beach-going customers.
"I'll show that stupid nerd!" She huffed under her breath.