"Take those things off right now!" you admirer says again, a frenzied look in her eyes.
"Whoa, back off, you crazy slut!" you yell out. You're all for a little fun, but she wants you naked right out in the open! "Don't make me call the police."
"I'm sorry if I sound nuts," she says, sounding a little saner, "But that package wasn't meant for you. I... I got the wrong address. You really need to take off that harness and jock and soon."
"Yeah, that's not going to happen out here," you respond. "I'll give this gear back, but let me walk back to my house and change."
She looks at her watch. "Don't bother," she says defeatedly, "It's 8 o'clock, it's too late."
You wonder what that's supposed to mean when suddenly she... changes. She looks the same, nothing looks different, but she just looks odd to you. Her face is the same, but she looks less attractive.
This date is way too freaky, you turn and walk off at a brisk pace, putting distance between you and the psycho woman. You leave the park and head back to your house, hoping to salvage something out of this evening. You reach your home, but there's something wrong. Your sedan is gone! In its place is a rugged truck. Someone must've stolen your car! You rush to the front door and fumble with your keys, you need the police here now. You step inside, turn on the lights and stop.
This isn't your house, the interior is completely different. But your key worked. You step outside and check the number, this is your house. You go back inside and look around. The furniture looks familiar, but altered somehow. You walk by your DVD case and your jaw drops. There is a collection of porno movies! And they all appear to involve burly, hairy men! You take one of the cases and look at it.
To your confusion, you feel yourself growing hard as soon as you see the bearded bear on the cover. Without thinking you pop the movie in the player as you strip off your flannel shirt, exposing your own hairy torso. You grunt in satisfaction as you see the bearpaw tattoo in your right bicep. You scratch at your own beard as you hit play on the remote. You lean back in your chair, unzip your jeans, and pull your thick meat from its leather pouch. You finger your new foreskin as the movie starts. "Woof," you say in your deeper voice as you begin stroking your cock to the film.
It's going to be a fun evening.