As you run down the stairs, you hear Uncle Jack on the phone talking to your mother, "Don't worry, sis, I'll keep him on a short leash! He's down in the basement trying on costumes right now..."
You screw up your face, and mutter, "A short leash, huh?"
You look at the loincloth and fake green vine on the rack in the basement. You pick it up and look at the flimsy bit of suede cloth. You sniff it, and crinkle your nose. Doesn't your uncle ever clean these outfits?
The next one is a ballerina outfit. Yeah right? You as a sugar plum fairy? You shake your head.
There's a football uniform complete with pads and helmet, but it smells like a locker room.
Perhaps the first rack is for returned costumes that need to be cleaned. You don't bother with the gorilla suit or other articles but go deep into the back of the basement store room to see what you can find that seems clean.
You notice a curtain, and lift it back there are plastic suit bags loaded with costumes. You grin, "Ah, the good stuff!"
You find a really cool pirate costume, but you want to put in a dig at Unc for saying he'd keep you on a leash. Ah, a bear costume, maybe? A stag? Haha, oh, it was deer hunting season, so you decided against that. A cow? Ah, a dog costume! That was perfect. It even came with a red dog collar, leash, and a plastic red fire hydrant!
You grin as you take the costume out of the plastic bag, and frown at the pink instruction sheet that is in the bag. It's marked "Warning: ADULT COSTUME--PLEASE FOLLOW WEARING INSTRUCTIONS EXACTLY".
You laugh, as you pull it out, wondering what's so adult about a dog costume. Though the head looks a lot more realistic than most dog suits you've seen. Not at all cartoony. You scan the instructions and balk as you realize that your cock is designed to be fitted inside the doggy cock, you laugh, and grin.
You quickly strip totally naked, feeling particularly naughty. You pause before stepping into the suit and sniff it. It smells new. You grin, and shove your foot into the stretchy fur fabric leg. Your toenails snag in the fabric and your big seems to twist under your foot, but it doesn't hurt, it just feels funny. Besides your big toe couldn't really slip under up and behind your other toes!
You shrug, and maneuver your cock and balls into the anatomically correct pouch. Your amazed at how your legs look thinner and more canine already. You manage to fit your hands down the sleeves and into the paws. It fits well but you have trouble working the zipper with your hands in the paws. You bend over and catch the large cardboard tag suspended from the zipper pull, and pull up on it with your teeth. It somehow feels natural to zip your suit up this way.
You are amazed as you glance at your reflection in one of the many full-length mirrors scattered around the store room. You are leaning against the curtain door framed, and your reflection show John's head on a dog's body. You are amazed that your chest really looks barrel shaped like a dog's. You find it particularly exciting, and are amazed to see in the mirror that your tail is wagging and a bright red dog cock has popped out of your furry shealth. Now, you understand why it's an Adult costume. You laugh. You wish your girlfriend lived nearer to your Uncle Jack. She'd be howling if he showed up on her doorstep like this!
You put the red dog collar over your head after writing in marking pen on the plastic tag "JOHN-JOHN, IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO JACK'S COSTUME SHOPPE". The leash was already attached to the collar.
Now you pull the spandex lined head/mask on, and are amazed at how it fits. The dog eyes must have polarizing filters over the lenses because everything seems to be rose colored.
You drop to all fours, and trot over to the mirror. Something is a bit unnerving about having all four paws on the ground and having your butt and back level parallel to the ground. You realize that your arms and legs have to be the same length. But for some reason it doesn't seem to matter. You really look like a dog. You sniff your own butt admiring your tail and how flexible the costume seems to be. Your uncle really is a wizard. You trot to the steps and climb up to the main floor where your uncle is minding the shoppe.
You don't even notice that you're climbing on all fours.
When you reach the closed door, you blink. How will you turn the knob? You stand up on your hind legs, and rub your forepaws against the knob until it clicks. The door swings forward and you fall forward on to all fours. Your Uncle Jack turns his head to look at the door which has just banged open, and he looks right at you, and you...