The other fox sat down and twitched it's tail in agitation. Finally it spoke in a female voice. "Well this didn't quite turn out the way I imagined."
"What!" You bark in surprise, suddenly realizing that your voice was also quite feminine.
Paul clears her throat, a strange noise coming from a fox and says, "I suppose I owe you the truth about what it is that I really wanted when I invited you over."
Sitting down, you glare at her and mutter, "You got that right, buster!"
Paul gets up and moves across the room and lightly jumps onto the bed and turns about before laying down on top of a comforter. After a bit you follow suit, but instead of laying down, you choose to sit.
There is an awkward pause before Paul begins to explain. "As far back as I can remember, I've always had an interest in anthropomorphic animals. When I found the Furry website, it was like discovering that your not alone. And then I discovered a friend who shared the same interests, you."
You open your snout to deny this, but snap it shut as you realize that there is no longer any point in hiding from the truth.
Paul looks at you and then continues, "Well, you and I gradually grew apart. Before long, you had your interests and I had mine. Then one day I stumbled across the website that was selling these costumes. I wanted to buy one and found instead that they were having a two for one deal. So, I bought two instead. Now, I wanted to only share these costumes with someone who had the same interests with me, but who. And then I remembered you and called you. I had hoped we could take in a convention or two dressed alike. The only thing I didn't count on was getting stuck like this."
"Well, any suggestions for getting unstuck?" I asked. "Because, no offense, I certainly don't want to spend the rest of my life as a vixen."
"Don't worry," Paul laughed. "There was a note with the costumes and one of the things it said was 'Costumes live for eternity'."
Looking at him with an incredulous look I barked out, "You mean that things are immortal. Now what are we going to do? No! Scratch that. Just either help me look for that paper or get me onto the website you purchased these costumes from."
I jumped down and began walking toward the closet when I heard a voice from the hallway. "Paul? Is that you honey? Have you got guests over?"
As the door slowly swung the rest of the way open, I ducked into the closet and burrowed under a pile of clothes. Hiding there, I wondered to myself, "Now what?"