Luke finally shakes his head. He wasn't sure he should trust this guy. "No thanks, I think I'll just leave."
The clerk smiled, "Normally that isn't a problem, but I have orders to fill."
Luke managed to say, "What?" before the clerk pulled out a stun gun and zapped him.
He didn't completely lose consiousness, but was only a little aware as the clerk picked him up and carried him downstairs to the feral costume area. "You know, it's usually voluntary down here," he explained. "Most people enjoy the experience so much that they pass right though the 36 hour limit and spend the rest of their lives as whatever they've put on. Some are pets, some feral animals." The clerk smiled, "You, on the other hand, won't get a choice in the matter. You see, I do occationally have... requests from interested parties. I can usually persuade people to try certain things. I get an order for a champion horse? Suggest to the next customer that being a viral stallion is the way to go. Get an order for a champion Husky? Make being a sled dog sound wonderful. A group needs volunteers to help repopulated a species? Bam, out comes Ching Ling, the latest panda."
Luke was roughly dumped on the floor. "The problem is that I have a deadline, and it's been a bit slow lately. So you'll have to do."
He tried to resist, but the shock of the taser was still too much for him, and he could feel the costume being pulled over his body. It's only when its far too late that he realizes that he's being turned into a....