You pull off the last of that blasted tissue paper to find a garment made of a dark blue fabric. You reach down to touch and it and discover that it's made of thick cotton.
"What the...?" you ask yourself as you pull the object from the box.
You're holding a jumpsuit, a one-piece article of clothing with a zipper running from the neck to above the crotch. You turn it around and find the words "Grease Monkey" embroidered into the back in a retro looking font. You turn it over again to look at the front. To your surprise, you find your name already stitched into the breast.
"This is made for a mechanic!" you think to yourself. You've never been mechanically inclined, in fact, you barely know how to pump your own gasoline. What kind of joke is this "admirer" trying to play on you?
You keep examining the jumpsuit in your hands when another revelation hits you; the suit isn't even in your size! It's made for someone slightly shorter but more stocky than yourself.
"Whatever," you think. "If this person wants me to wear this getup, then why not? I may even get lucky for it."
It's getting close to 7, and it will take you awhile to walk to the park. You decide to put the jumpsuit on now. You head to your bedroom and strip to your boxers. You pull the legs of the suit over your own, prepping yourself to feel the crotch of the suit against your own. To your mild surprise, there is no tightness anywhere as you slip your arms down the sleeves and zip up the front.
"Weird," you think, "This was made for someone shorter than me, but it fits just fine."
It also hits you that the torso isn't loose either, even though you thought the jumpsuit was too wide for your frame. You figure that maybe the suit stretched from your height and negated the extra width.
You want to see yourself in the mirror, but you take a quick look at your hands and see something amiss. Your nails have what appears to be dirt underneath them. You're a relatively neat guy, you didn't do anything recently to get that much crud on your hands.
You dismiss the dirt though as you enter the bathroom. You turn on the light and stop in shock. You're face has changed! It still looks almost normal, but it appears wider, and a thin beard crosses your previously bare cheeks. You step back and see that, in addition to your face, your entire body has changed. You still look like you did before, but your body shape has become far stockier. You also realize that you've lost a few inches in height. Your new girth is all muscle, though, you look like you've been carrying heavy loads for most of your life.
You have a hard time accepting what has just happened. You decide that finding this admirer would be best. You rush to the front door, intent of confronting this stranger. Without thinking about it though, you pull a bandanna from the jumpsuit's pocket and wrap it around your head, completing the stereotypical mechanic look.