Even as she stood there, staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t quite fathom out how she’d managed to get herself into this mess.
She’d been secretly dreading this moment for weeks, scenarios playing themselves over and over in her head like an episode of Top Gear on Dave. What if it didn’t fit? What if she tripped over her own feet? What if she accidentally head butted a small child and ended up on the local news?
What if she turned out to be a natural and they asked her to do it again… ?!
It had all started with seven simple words.
“I’ll do it if noone else volunteers.”
It had seemed such a trivial thing to say a few weeks ago when she’d sent the email. Surely someone would volunteer…
She looked utterly ridiculous but that was nothing compared to how she felt. It was even baggier than she’d imagined it would be and a good deal hotter and more uncomfortable. Her admittedly smaller-than-average hands and feet felt dwarfed inside the oversized ‘gloves’ and ‘boots’. As she plodded around the dressing room, trying to get used to the lack of stability and with all the elegance of an intoxicated hippo, she wondered how people managed to do this sort of thing for a living.
She tried not to wonder about how hot and uncomfortable the many previous occupants must have been…
She heard a knock on the door and took one last deep breath. She heaved the giant fur covered head over her own, completing the transformation, and immediately fought the urge to heave it straight back off again as the heat and lack of air hit her full force in the face. Not for the first time in her life, she was grateful for her underdeveloped sense of smell.
She returned her gaze to the mirror as best she could, for she could only vaguely see out of one nostril, and the famous bear stared back.
It was time.