"I hope she's got a Santa costume to go with this - preferably one with a really short skirt," Chad chuckled as
he looked at the green cap and leotard in the gift box.
Later that day, Chad put the suit on in the stall of the Men's room, and then put his street clothes on over
the leotard. He shoved the cap in his pocket and headed for the field house. As he approached the door, he
found his jeans slip off his hips, and only his lightning fast reflexes prevented him from ending up with his
pants around his ankles. He attributed his pants slipping off to the slick Spandex/Lycra blend of the costume
he wore underneath. He made it through the field house door, and then stripped down to his elf costume. He
didn't realize that he was a few inches shorter already, but as soon as he put the cap on his head, Chad shrank
like his manhood in an ice bath.
He gasped as the ceiling of the field house pulled away, and his own shoes grew gigantic in front of him. A
butterfly net crashed down over him trapping him.