It's four in the morning. Street lamps provide the only light. Nobody's outside. No streetwalkers, gangs, police, or other denziens of the night. Just you, driving alone. Well, not quite alone...
The kangaroo suit sits next to you. A suit with a curse, you think. Your mind is racing with thoughts of the day's events. The costume shop, the costume itself, your apartment, Elan. You wonder what could happen next. After tonight, nothing seems impossible anymore.
Signs fly past you as you drive. Speed Limit 35, School Corssings, Stop signs, City Limits. Eventually the signs and the street lights are left behind. Except for one sign: Issak Walton Park. A not quite national forest. They offer overnight camping, complete with fire pits.
You enter the park gates and drive down a gravel road. A few campers are parked near the entrance. You continue to drive until you reach an area with no campers. As you stop to park the car, you look over to pick up the suit, when you notice it's staring at you. You know for a fact you didn't set the costume in the car like that. The face is staring directly at you, with what seems to be a mournful look on it's face. You shake off the thought. After what the suit did to you tonight, your mind is made up. You grab ahold of the suit and drag it out of the car and over to the fire pit. As you prepare to drop the suit into the pit, you look down. The suit is staring at you again. The nagging thought in the back of your brain comes to the forefront again. What happened tonight wasn't the suit's fault. It was just doing what it was designed to do. Your body wants to experience the pleasure again. Why not? You were able to control the suit before when you got out. And now that you know what to expect, you'll be ready for it. Plus, you're sure you'll be able to get out of the suit by yourself this time. You look around, seeing nobody. The suit seems to urge you to put it back on and feel that pleasure again. Your body tingles with desire to wear it again. You decide...