"Whoa." Josh took in his appearance in the mirror, shocked at what putting on a wig could do to change one's appearance. The long, black hair reached down past his waist, just grazing the tops of his butt cheeks. As he twisted his body and turned his head, he noticed that his hips even looked a bit wider, the thong and loincloth now seeming to strain a bit and dig into his sides in a strangely pleasing way - had the straps shrunk due to his body heat or something?
Glancing at his phone where it rested on his desk, he realized he only had an hour to get to the party. If he was going to modify this costume, he'd have to do it quickly - it was going to take him 30 minutes to get to Blake's house across town! He started to remove the horns and wig, feeling oddly reluctant. The costume must have had some built-in hooks or sticky tape somewhere, he thought, having to give each item a couple of good tugs before they slid off his body. When he was naked again, he went back to his previous idea of wearing the red "morph" suit of skin-tight polyester under the other pieces, and quickly dug it out of his closet. He decided to forgo the hood and rolled the suit on, contemplating what shoes he'd wear with the costume.
As he picked up the loincloth again, he became certain it must have shrunk slightly - he could barely get it up and over his hips, even aided by the slippery morph suit! "Cheap pleather, stuff." he muttered, glad he'd only paid $10. The tail was going to be another issue, he realized now; there was no way the suction cup would stick to the fabric. With a sigh, he retrieved some scissors and awkwardly cut a slit in the back of the suit just above his buttocks, wedging the rubber tail inside. Luckily it affixed itself as easily as before, and Josh found he sort-of liked the heavy feeling of it tugging at the base of his spine. Or rather, the SKIN at the base of his spine, right? It swayed sinuously behind him as he turned back to the bed for the other items.
Tapping his chin, he contemplated whether to wear the wig or try to pry the horns out of it and wear them separately, if it was even possible. A chime from his phone alerted him to a text, and he looked down to see it was from Blake Josh picked up the phone and tapped out a reply The added stop gave him even less time, so he decided to wear the wig and not waste time trying to dig the horns out. Sexy devil dudes had long hair and rocked it, right? As he tossed his phone down he didn't even notice the winking/kissy-face emoji he'd added on the end of his text.
Josh settled the wig on his head, feeling the hooks grip his short hair as he twisted it into place. It tickle his lower-back again and reminding him how exposed this costume left him. He glanced at the skeletal "bra" but didn't see any point in using it, since he wouldn't fill it out and it wouldn't add any coverage anyway. He rummaged in his closet again and grabbed the long black-leather trench coat he still had from last year's Undertaker costume, pairing it with black jack boots. As he sat on the bed to lace them up, carefully flicking his tail out of the way so as not to sit on it, he was bemused that he hadn't remembered the higher-than-normal heels on the boots. "I guess I bought them to make me seem bigger, like a WWE star, but I didn't realize they were platform as well! I'll be one tall-ass demon!" He stood, teetering on the heels but dismissing the strangeness in his haste to get out the door.
Swinging the trench coat over his shoulders, Josh didn't take the time to check his appearance in the mirror, so he didn't notice the dark, smoky make-up that ringed his eyes, complementing his dark hair and pale complexion. As he settled into the car, sliding the seat back a bit to accommodate his footwear, he reversed out of his parking space, tapping his black nails on the steering wheel. This party was going to be FIRE!