"Hey, this one is different," you say pulling a rubberized spandex tiger man costume off the rack. The tail
seems to wrap around your leg, "I kind of like it."
"It likes you too," the clerk says looking at the tail wrapped around your knee and calf.
You chuckle and go to try it on in the dressing room. He shouts through the drape, "Be sure to be completely
naked and use the special powder in the green bottle on the shelf. It'll make it easier to put on."
"Naked?"
"There's a cock ring in the suit, and the rubber sheath is designed to hold your cock."
"Anyone else wear this?"
"No, you're the first one. I'm told it feels like a second skin, and to be honest almost all our customers
keep their costumes for -ahem, fun after their costume parties."
"Really? Well, it is really hot looking," you say as you put it on, "Hey, I guess it came with padded
muscles. I look hot."
"Padded muscles? You're too modest, I sure it's all you," fawns the Clerk.
"Yeah, right?" you chuckle. You look at your rubber gloved paws, and think there should be claws.
Yikes! Claws pop out, and retract. That's right cats have retractable claws. Cool effect! You cannot wait to
show it off at the party.
"I'll take it! Uh, but this outfit doesn't have pockets."
"I have a tiger stripe fanny pack that would look good with it," the clerk offers.
You stare at the dice hanging from your rear view mirror, and swat at them for several minutes before you
knock them down. You drive toward the party, but stop at a sushi restaurant on the way, and gobble down a
couple platefuls of raw fish. "Hold the rice," you tell the waiter.
Arriving at the frat house. You have to park a couple blocks away, and find yourself thinking through the
foliage like a real cat.