You recognize a bodysuit of Asuma Sarutobi from the anime, Naruto!
The suit is almost hairless, minus the head, pubes, and slight treasure trail. Its tall and built with thick, lean muscle.
The mask's hair is jet black, and smoothed backwards. The thick sideburns grow down the firm jaw and into a goatee point at the chin. The face is broad and handsome with nary a sign of age.
You're almost compelled to strip down and wear it right here, but public nudity isn't setting a good example, so you take it down and go to a dressing room.
You shed everything on you, lower the zipper in the front, and start tugging the suit on.
It seems rather tight as you struggle to push your feet through. Its heating up alot. As your feet finally meet their destinations, your legs abruptly feel rather cold. You move your legs, squat, jump, and the costume moves in perfect tandem.
You guess the tightness is to make it as formfitting as possible for realism.
You shove both arms through the claustrophobic sleeves. Heat builds up, and you start sweating. Your fingers reach the end of the suits, and they suddenly cool. You flex them, crack them, and touch them. It feels like real skin!
With more hot tightenng, you tug the zipper up the front of the suit. It stops at the top of your neck. You abruptly shiver from the cool air. You look at your body so far, and stop dead. The zipper you just zipped up has disappeared. No zip, no line, and no seam. You poke and prod, but all you feel is the firm warm flesh of the costume. You gasp as you see goosebumps break out down the costumes arms and chest. You shiver once again, and realize why you're so cold.
You're naked.
Sure you were naked when you pulled the costume on, but somehow, you're naked again. Only this time you realize that your naked body is the costumes! You feel it in your height and your strength. You know somehow that this is how it's gonna be from now on. You remember that you're not done. Your face is drastically different from the body below you. The area at the top of your neck where the costume stopped is skin, but the skin is contrasting drastically.
You hastily grab the mask and start to tug it on. Once more, you feel your face heat up. As the eyeholes settle, your vision blurs. As you blindly feel for the mirror, you feel the mask throbbing and tightening over your face. You struggle to speak, but all that comes out is a liquid moan that sounds like two voices at once. Heat presses at your nose, your cheeks, and your jaw. Your vision clears, and you're no longer looking through eyeholes. The face of the mask is now yours.
You stroke your new beard, and revel at your smooth skin and firm jaw. You run your hands over your man's physique, squeezing and stroking everywhere, not used to being almost-hairless.
Satisfied, you stride out of the dressing room ready to begin your new life...