The coyote-morph grins, his teeth white and sharp. "Yessir, I got just the thing right here." He looked at each of you critically and then bent over to rummage around behind the counter. He placed three objects on the top: a thick leather belt, a feather boa, and a curious-looking leather pouch with straps. "Or should I say, things. You may be traveling together, but I see that each of you have different desires."
He grinned at Sean. "You are fascinated by the outlaws like Jesse James, but you don't want to shoot anyone yourself."
"And you, little lady?" He looked at Samantha. "The Old West represents freedom and wild ways, saloon girls taking advantage of poor young cowpokes."
The he grins at you. "And you really want to experience the Old West, to know what it was like to live there."
The three of you look at each other and then Sean laughs. "OK, so what's so special about these things? The coyote morph chuckles. "Oh, I don't want to ruin the surprise." He pushed the belt to Sean, the boa to Samantha, and the pouch to me. "Put those on and you'll find out."
My freinds had it easy. Sam pulled his own belt out and replaced it with the new one, and Samantha simply draped the boa over her shoulders. The pouch looked like some sort of backpack, but when I started to slip it on that way the coyote morph grabbed my arm. "It'll work that way, but not the way I think you'd like. Pull it on like a pair of pants."
I looked at the pouch - it was way too small for me to pull on, though I did see there were holes in the bottom. "I can't - it's too small!"
The Coyote morph grinned and shook his head. "Try it - you'll be surprised."
I lifted a foot up and slipped it partway into the pouch just to prove it wouldn't fit, only to find that my legs slipped easily through. I stared and then got my other leg in and pulled the pouch up. It had stretched and now looked like legless waders, the leather bag coming halfway up my chest,
The Coyote-moirph looked us over and nodded, then grinned and clapped is hands once. "It's showtime!"