Thinking it more than odd the leaving of women;s clothing for one to wear to bed, and what then, to wear it down to morning breakfast, the thought of doing so gave shivers of humility.
Setting one naked male butt on the opened bed and its cool clean taunt sheet, the bed offered a sensation as if it were alive and wanted you to lie naked within its grasp.
A shiver and the gaining of a sudden erection made for jumping up and looking around, knelt down and even looked under that big bed for anyone of anything.
Shaking of the head, the thought of this place and the spooky woman who owned it, the need for rest seemed the better thing to let happen. Crawling into the bed, the top sheet and quilt comforter made for the most relaxing feelings.
A reach over to the light switch set there in a metal box on the end table beside the bed, the snapping it off left the room black as pitch. Squirming down into the exceedingly comfortable bed, your toes bump into something feeling fuzzy.
Leaping out of the bed, standing beside the bed, using hands to search the foot end of the big bed, the tough of that fuzzy thing makes the hands grab at it and give it a hearty yank.
Yank, jerk, and yanking harder the then thing lets loose and falling on the bare skin rump to a chilly floor, one stood up quickly. Standing then, the hands held there before wide eyes a fur suit, something looking very sensual, but likely too, as warm and able to offer a covering of what all was then quite naked.
Turning to sit along the side of the big bed, the holding up of the fur suit offers no thought as to what it would make one look like if wearing it.
Thickly furred in some portions of the suit, and much thinner the furriness of it on what would cover arms and lower legs, the idea was for wearing it to breakfast while holding some sense to keeping humility to a minimum.
Holding it out and in front, slipping in and pushing down with right foot and the leg, the suit slipped with remarked ease to cover the foot, leg, and up to the thigh. The left leg went in similar to the right, and with a rolling on the back in the bed, the hoisting of the suit seemed to fix itself into a smooth comfortable covering of the legs.
While lying there the right arm got pushed into a sleeve, and rolling to a sitting position, the left arm went down in and along the proper sleeve.
Unlike the feet that with the legs, the suit fully covered there, the hands poked out the ends of what were very thick fur covering about the shoulders and thinned quickly along the sleeves to be a thin black silky coating of the forearms to the wrists.
Snugging into this warm furry find, the thought to lie back and let it do some comforting met with realizing there was a hood of some sort as part of the furry suit.
"Queer as unreal," but without much concern for what it would look like come the morning, the reaching back and slip pulling the head hood into place met with some very disrupting feelings.
"What the Hell!" The thought of saying the words rushed into the wondering mind but fully failed to come up the throat and out the mouth. Indeed, the head hood came down, covering the head but as well the face, the facial covering having a horrid stench as if whoever wore it before had puked inside the thing.
Aggravated, the thought then of removing the head covering and or the entire suit, the hands reached up to yank in off from over the head, but met with a stranger feeling, as if the suit were the skin attached to the whole bodily self.
A leap out of the bed met with feet and legs slipping on the smooth tile floor.
Scrambling to try and stand up, legs felt oddly disassociated with standing uprightly. Standing balanced, feet wide spread on the floor, the hips hunched some, and at the waist seemed a knot of muscles spasming.
Cocking the head to peer down and at an angle to spy toward the floor and see why the feet slipped so badly, the view offered not human feet down there, but elongated feet, with heels high upright, and touching to the floor were dark cloven hoofs.
Much asserted effort at trying to remove the furry suit met with repeated failures, until the sight and thought of a full length mirror attached to the bathroom door presented itself as a possible aid in the removal of the suit.
Slipping and staggering to the mirror, standing then before it, using hands to hold on and make steady someone unaccustomed to standing in such an undignified fashion. Again having to cock the head slightly, looking with either one eye or the other to see, what presented itself in the mirror was a foolish looking man standing there in a Halloween costume of being like to an American Buffalo, but worse than that, the suit was of a Bison cow!