This is a commission I did for DeviantArt
“Listen kid,” the girl behind the costume shop counter yawned with exasperation. “The way it works,” she gestured to the pod in the corner that looked like an enormous photo-booth, “is you get what you get. Mrs. Gump had it right.” She watched the confused expression form on Toby's face and rolled her eyes. “Look, they don't even sell these over here yet. They don't even make them in English. My uncle got this one shipped over from Bulgaria. Do you speak Bulgarian? Cause I sure as shit don't... I only know enough to select the gender and the date you want the costume to last until and it gives you a random Halloween costume.”
“A random Halloween costume?” Toby repeated. “For 200 bucks? The hell?! And what's with the expiry date? Surely you just take it off?”
“Hey,” the girl rolled her eyes again, “if you want to be cheap, there's always the discount rack.” She nodded to a rail of sad looking outfits of dated movie characters. The costume pod though, isn't just a costume. It is a cutting edge bodysuit autodresser designed to be 100% realistic and immersive. It isn't exactly fastened with velcro...”
“Right...” Toby groaned. No way could he afford a 200 dollar costume – not even for Jade's party. But wait, he watched as the girl was called into the storeroom to take a call and he was suddenly alone in the shop with the costume pod. Without hesitation, he ran over to the control panel and saw that it was entirely in Cyrillic. Hurriedly, he pressed the first option on the screen and was presented with what looked like a date picker. This must be the expiry date the girl mentioned. He only needed it long enough to impress Jade so he chose 11-1. Even if it came off at midnight, Jade would already have seen him and he could pop out of the bodysuit like an real-life jack-in-a-box. He made the selection and the pod opened and then closed around him. Inside was pitch black.
Needless to say, Toby didn't attend Jade's party. The hyper-realistic sexualised Wednesday Addams bodysuit put a stop to that. As he hid in his home and waited for midnight, he panicked about what he would say to the shop girl and her uncle. Would they get a good enough laugh out of him spending an evening with jiggling breasts, a bubble butt and silk stockings to let him off paying the 200...or worse? Finally, midnight came and...nothing happened. Toby stood frozen at the foot of his staircase. There was a knock at the door.
“Did you forget that thing was Bulgarian?” the girl on his doorstep wore an expression that was part fury and part amusement. “They use a different date format, idiot! You locked yourself into that costume until January 11th. My uncle is going to kill me!” Her snarl twisted into a cruel smile. “But, you know, the company that makes these things is some kind of fetish-wear manufacturer. Their bodysuits all have remote aphrodisiac triggers and mobility overrides. Obviously, we keep these functions turned off for our customers...but you're not a customer...are you? Let's just say I am going to make sure you enjoy the next three months...”
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