The months flew by. You had all but forgotten about your Halloween scheme. The costume boxes underneath your desk had started to grow dusty as the weeks past.
Finally though, you got a greeting one morning you weren’t expecting. Terry smirked as he sat in his desk chair, “So kitty, you ready for the party?”
You looked up from your travel coffee mug. What was he getting on about- Gah! The party! You watched him pat the lid of one of the boxes he had already gotten out. The memories came rushing back.
He popped open the top on his box. “So, what do we have here…” Terry started to turn the lion tamer jacket over in the air curiously.
Oh jeez. He wanted you to be the lion.
“Right,” you look a bit sheepish as you leaned under your desk to pick up your own box, “I did say you could pick which one you wanted, huh?”
Terry grinned, sliding the jacket around his shoulders, “Sure did.”
You pulled the lion outfit out of its packaging. Man, this thing was bigger than you remember…! You unfurled it in front of you, noticing the large silver zipper on its chest for the first time.
“So you want to be a tamer huh?” You made small talk as you pulled down the zipper on the outfit. It was honestly kind of tricky what with all the fur.
“More like I don’t want to wear a shag rug all day,” Terry laughed.
You looked up at that. “All day…!?”
“Well sure. You know the company policy. They’re fine with a bit of holiday fun,” he nodded.
You experimentally slid your arm into the lion suit. It had a lot of give to it. You could probably wear this over your work clothes. At least they AC’d the building pretty heavily.
“Yeah but…” You wiggled your hands in the attached paw gloves, “How am I supposed to type?”
Terry couldn’t stop smiling at this point. “I may have scheduled a ton of meetings for you to sit in on today,” he admitted.
Ugh. Him and his good memory.
“Fine fine,” you grumbled. You pulled your arm out of the costume, trying to figure out the logistics of it. Your best bet would probably be to step into it like a big painter’s suit? You reached down and started to undo your shoes.
Realizing that you were about to start changing in earnest, Terry reached down and picked up his jacket’s matching pair of pants. He wiggled them in the air and cocked his head over towards the bathroom. “Be back in a flash,” he said.
Alright. Now that things had quieted down, you could really focus. You pondered taking off your socks, but you decided the extra padding on your feet might be nice. You stepped into the costume awkwardly, trying to line up your feet with the paws built into the end of the leggings.
Eventually you had to sit down on your desk chair. It took some wiggling, but you finally managed to get the yellow fur pulled up fully over your slacks. Everything was going well until you realized the pants were dragging a tail behind them. You couldn’t exactly sit on it.
You hopped back up out of your chair. The paws were a little odd to stand on, but you managed. The weight of the tasseled tail kept dragging down the mid-section of the pants. The top had the large mask flopping around, so you basically had to hold up the entire costume and squirm into it all at once.
You slipped both of your arms into the chest, hoisting it up onto your shoulders. The paws were just as clumsy as you surmised, but thankfully the mask was really big and easy enough to grab onto. You pushed the headpiece down over your face and- Woah!
The mask slid into place with a surprising amount of weight. It was big, but there also seemed to be a lot of padding… you batted at the muzzle with your paws to line everything up correctly.
You could feel the mask press against your cheeks. It clung tightly to the back of your head, making sure everything didn’t flop around when you turned your neck. The muzzle was just a big stiff opening that let you get some fresh cool air, but to your surprise the eyeholes actually lined up well enough for you to see.
Well, mostly see. You weren’t used to having a muzzle blocking part of your line of sight. It felt like a surprisingly big nose and, well, yeah, you supposed it was.
You looked down, trying to get a good view of yourself. “Shag rug” was probably a good description for this suit. This was clearly a one size fits most affair. Still, you were impressed by the trail of brown fur leading from the mane down your chest, and it wasn’t sagging that much.
There was just the question of how to get this zipper pulled up. Your paws were more useless than you were expecting. You couldn’t even tell if these gloves had a thumb on them. Maybe you could wedge a pen on the clasp to nudge it up or something…? Terry would be back before you knew it too. Maybe it was best just to wait?