John stripped down and hung his wet pants and shirt over the side of the bathroom stall. He shivered a bit, "Man, what a day to forget to wear boxers..." He held the costume out, "Well, here goes nothing..." He slipped his feet into the bottom of the suit and got a very strange sensation. It was almost like he was wearing high heels with no heels. His feet were just naturally resting on his toes. Shrugging it off, he pulls the costume up and over his manhood, noticing there's quit a large bulge but nothing to worry about this late at night. Slipping his arms into the costume arms John actually starts to admire the costume a bit. He always did like cats after all. Finally, he pulls the hood over his head and lets out a fake meow as he lines up the eyeholes. With a finally tug on the zipper he's fully dressed and ready to head back out into the airport. John almost took his old clothes with him but they were ruined already, so he figured he wouldn't need them.