Arnold laughed to himself as he watched the girl slowly undress. A click of his digital camera and he had a nice foto of the girl from the waist up. Feeling himself getting hard, he shifted and positioned his camera, ever ready to take another picture.
A noise below him and suddenly he became worried that somebody would see him. Pocketing the camera, he looked down from the tree he was perched in and seeing nobody, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning back to the window he had been looking in, Arnold cursed as he realised that the girl had left the room. Sighing yet again, Arnold slowly slid out of the tree and began to make his way home, passing a mother and her two daughters...one who looked like a fox, "But who didn't look a little off these days," Arnold asked himself.
Letting himself into the apartment his mother rented, he called out, "Mom, I'm home," as he usually did.
Getting no response, Arnold breathed another sigh of relief, sure that his mother, like everyone else, didn't know about his secret and taking the camera out of his pocket, he made his way back to his room and the computer he had there.
Booting up the computer, he hooked the digital camera to it via a USB cable and as the pictures that he had taken so far that day uploaded into a secure file, Arnold went to the closet to find an album of pictures he kept off of the computer, just for his own private amusement.
Inside, Arnold stopped as he suddenly realised that there was a lot more clothes in his closet then what had been there about three hours ago when he had left.
Shaking his head, Arnold stepped out of the closet and closing the door, he counted to ten. Satisfied, he opened the closet and stepped back in...which he found still contained the odd assortment of clothes, but to Arnold's amazement was also a lot deeper then what he remembered it being.
Elated, but at the same time terrified that somebody was having a lark with him, Arnold began to go through the various items, realising that they were actually costumes. As he did so, he kept telling himself, "With such detail, I could film myself and sell the pictures. Nobody would be wiser that it was fifteen year old boy," as he gently touched several of the garments.
After a moment, he began to choose a couple different costumes, wondering if indeed the detail would hide his true identity, but at the same time wondering who had left them and if this was the same person who had enlarged his closet, but obviously didn't disrupt anything in the apartment while engaging in said construction.