You grab a costume off the rack. It has a plaid shirt, jeans, boots, a wool cap, and a huge axe. "Huh, a lumberjack," you think. As you pull it off, you notice that the costume also comes with a padded suit. The suit is a full-body leotard, but with padding attached to make it look like huge muscles. Really, it looks rather ridiculous, but you've pulled it off now, so you figure that you had might as well try it on.
You strip down, and slip into the muscle suit first. Glancing in the full-length mirror on the wall, you note how ridiculous you look. If the padding were real, you'd look like a huge bodybuilder. As it is, you just look silly. There's even a huge, fake cock and balls dangling from the costume that you slip your own member into. "Weird" doesn't even begin to describe how you feel. Nonetheless, you're going to be with Uncle Jack for the entire month, so you had might as well humor him.
Next you pull on the jeans and the boots. The boots are too big, but the bodysuit has padded feet that seem to fit in the boots just fine. You pull on the plaid shirt and button it closed, stretching it tight over your fake pecs. You glance in the mirror again. The costume is actually pretty good! In dim light, you might not even be able to tell that the muscles were fake.
You pull on the wool cap, and pick up the big axe. It feels light, despite its size. You heft the axe with the ease of a man who has spent years swinging it. You look in the mirror again. It's really amazing, how good this costume is. Heck, you can't even see that it's a bodysuit underneath!
You lift the axe, and feel the fabric of the shirt strain as it moves across your skin. Your the tight shirt rubs your nipples-it feels so sexy.
Wait.
You shouldn't be feeling any of this. The bodysuit should be getting in the way!
You look again in the mirror, and are shocked by what you see. There *is* no bodysuit anymore! Panicked, you rip open the plaid shirt and fling it to the side, buttons flying every which way. What greets you is a massive, powerful torso, with huge pecs hanging above eight deep cobblestone abs. You run your hand across your stomach, feeling the hard bulges there, even as you feel your hand running across your own skin.
"Ah, I see you tried on the woodsman costume," commented Uncle Jack.
You whirl around, and see him at the top of the stairs.
"It looks like that one worked out quite well," he added, "I was a bit worried about the bodysuit, but it looks like the extra effort that I put into the musculature and other details paid off."