"So he's going as a wolf? I think I know what would complement a wolf
costume," the clerk said leading you to the back of the shop. He
reaches and pulls a red plastic suit bag off a rack. "Ah, here we go.
It's a very special costume, you need to be totally naked when you
wear this - well, not totally, there's a hygienic under garment that
you wear under it. The dressing room's behind that curtain. Strip
completely - no socks or underwear and put on this undercling, and
then put on the costume. I think you'll be impressed."
You take the red suit bag, and the small plastic packet labeled
"UnderKling", and step behind the dark purple curtain. You hang the
suit bag on the hook on the rough brick wall. You strip off your
shirt, and jeans. You stand there in your boxer-briefs and socks, and
open the UnderKling packet. Inside is a latex bodysuit, you hold the
tiny bodysuit in your hand, and wonder if it'll really stretch to fit
you. You shake it open and see the only opening is the neck, you
stretch it. You notice that it has articulated toes in the feet, and
has an appendage for your genitalia. You lose your socks and briefs,
and step into the suit. It's incredible how it stretches to fit you
like a second skin. You can't believe how it feels like nothing at
all. Next you reach for the red suit bag. You've been so curious, but
suppressed your desire to open it until you were naked for fear you'd
back out without trying it on.
You see greyish-white wool, and roll your eyes. "A sheep costume? You
gotta be kidding! Still it does make sense for a wolf costume - but
seriously, gay men and sheep - it's a bad stereotype. Still what harm
could it do, and it might just be what Jack needs to - yeah, I'll try
it on," you say with a mischievous grin. There's an opening in the
belly of the suit, but it doesn't have a conventional zipper or
closing mechanism - maybe it's broken. You step into the hooved hind
legs, and pull the rest over your head inserting your arms in the fore
legs.
You run your right forehoof over the opening and are amazed that it
seals up without a seam. You look rather studly as a ram with curving
horns and your hefty sheathed rod and scrotum sticking out of your
tight curly wool. There's a three way mirror in the main store, and
you want to get a better look at your costume. You turn to step out of
the dressing room, and fall on all fours. Something is wrong. Your
hands and feet are both on the floor, but your back is parallel to the
floor. You look in the dressing room mirror in disbelief. You waggle
your tail, you can feel it, but you don't know how it can be. You find
you can't seem to upright yourself, so you trot out of the dressing
room to get help from the clerk.
As your hooves clack against the hard floor, you hear a familiar voice
coming from the front of the store, and freeze and listen. It's your
roommate Jack. You slide your feet to approach quietly, and see Jack
counting out hundred dollar bills for the clerk.
"Yeah, I can't believe how easy it was to get him in to your store. I
bet he doesn't even remember I told him about Second Skin."
"We're professionals, you just followed directions, and soon your
ramboy will be ready to go. Do you want us to crate and ship him?"
"I brought my pick up, so I'll take him home with me. I'm sure we'll
win the costume contest, and then I've got a new pet to play with."
"Pet?" you bleat softly.
"Now this will make him all yours," says the clerk handing something
to Jack.