Jennifer smiled. Vixens were always a reliably sexy option for a costume party. Cliff should enjoy seeing her like this. Come to think of it, Jennifer had always daydreamed about being a fox when she was a little girl. They were such beautiful, clever creatures, after all. She could fulfill her own dreams along with Cliff's!
Jennifer slid her feet down the legs of the costume and into the footpaws. She then tugged the arms of the vixen suit over her own real arms before zipping up the back of the furry suit.
Jennifer noticed that the sculpted boob cups in the costume's chest were much to big for her, but no matter. She could always stuff it with Kleenex or something. And had the costumer actually sculpted nipples on to the suits boob socks? A quick glance downward told Jessica that the suit's crotch was just as anatomically correct as the breasts. Whoever designed his thing obviously had a very dirty mind.
Next, Jennifer pulled the clawed gloves over her hands. They fit her perfectly. In fact, aside from the overlarge boob socks, the entire costume was a perfect fit, almost seeming to hug Jennifer's body like a second skin. Funny thing, though. Jennifer swore she didn't remember the costume fitting this snugly when she first zipped it up. She decided that she was just imagining things and continued. Finally, Jennifer donned the fox head, slowly slipping the mask over her own head.
Now fully suited, Jessica admired her reflection in the mirror. Damn, but she looked hot! There was no way Cliff wasn't going to have the night of his life the second he saw her like this. Jessica turned around and shook her ass, making the costume's bushy tail sway. She stood up straighter and gave her reflection an approving thumbs up. Suddenly...