Upset that you have been neutered; you figured enough was enough for the moment and decide to take off the costume...but suddenly you realise that you don't know how to do so.
Near panic, you pace back and forth, whimpering like Scot would do, forgetting that you can talk, your mind mixing slightly with your German Sheppard’s mind. And then, the moment your mind nearly blended completely with Scot's…and there was for some reason an almost perfect blending of the two…you have an inspiration.
Stopping in mid-step, you look down at yourself, rolling over onto your back, checking as best as possible that there is no zipper. Sure of this, you decide to try and will the suit off.
Concentrating, you think of various objects just sliding off one another, hoping this would work...And then a weird feeling grips you and you can suddenly feel yourself separating from Scot. Overjoyed, you continue to concentrate on the task of exiting the costume.
As you do so, the sensation of the second skin sliding increased and then, when it reaches your groin area, there is a sharp pain...something you assume has to do with your missing canine scrotum...and then Scot is wiggling out of the costume, shaking himself and trotting off. Watching him go, you notice that with his tail up he clearly still has his manhood attached and convinced that it is working you slide out of the costume.
Standing up, you look down and what you see nearly bought a full scream from your mouth. Placing a hand down atop your groin, you feel the smooth skin and then aloud, you asked yourself "What the hell happened to my penis and testicles."
Scared, you turn and run toward the bathroom and slamming the door, you start digging through the various drawers, desperately looking for the small hand-held mirror you kept around for various grooming you did on places you just couldn’t quite see.
Finding it, you thrust it down between your legs, scared at what you'll see. Peering into the mirror, you nearly scream again as you take in what is clearly a vulva. Placing a hand between your legs, you spread the lips majour and minour, trying to ascertain the amount of damage.
After about five minutes, you place the mirror on the sink and start to pace back and forth. As you do, you think aloud.
"Okay...clearly I have been neutered, but so has Scot even though he shows no sign of ever having the surgery. I have a woman's privates, but they are in complete...because I can clearly make out that there is no vagina opening...just the urethra, clitoris and clitoris hood."
Pausing in your pacing, you rush toward the door and opening it, you run past Scot and toward your bedroom. Closing the door, you lock it and begin to search about for your best porno magazines, a troubling thought racing through your head.
Several minutes later, you toss aside the third magazine, telling yourself, "Great...now I only get slightly turned on by naked guys."
As you sit on the floor, wondering what to do, you notice the conjoined twin costume and bitterly you think, "This is all that Santa's fault...him and his need to make my wish come true," and then standing, you roughly pick up the costume and march back to the closet.
Hanging the costume back up, you turn and begin pacing your room. After a moment, you decide you can't go about naked and curious as to what happened to your clothes after you put on the costume, you eventually shrug it off as you head toward your dresser.
Opening the top drawer, you nearly scream out again, this time in frustration as you find that you now have to wear girl's panties. Slamming the drawer, you squat down in front of the dresser...unaware that you look even more like a female like this...and opening the drawer that contains your pyjamas, you tell yourself, "If a girl can dress like this, then so can I," and pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms, you select a shirt from another drawer.
Dressed, bothered slightly by how soft your clothes feel against your skin, you return to the closet and peering in, you take a look at the various costumes. After a bit, you reorganise the closet so that all the animal costumes are the furthest thing back, telling yourself as you do so, "I don't what to have a repeat of what happened last time."
Looking at the various costumes, you eventually select a little boy costume...you guess it would be a four year old male...a little girl costume...also about the same age you figure...a teenage girl costume that looks like she might be about fifteen, a teenage boy costume of about the same age and then finally a business woman costume and business man costume.
Laying each on the bed, you asked yourself, "Which one should I try on? Or have I learned a lesson from the last costume I wore?" and then, unable to come up with an answer, you first began to pace back and forth and then telling yourself, "Maybe I'll get a snack first," you exit the room, pondering over the different choices.