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MidReal Story
The Bear in Me
Scenario:You decide to buy a costume for a costume party. So when you get to a costume shop, you meet the manager who seems to look like a grey bunny, with you thinking it’s a costume. The bunny shows you a golden tan bear suit for you, which happens to be the only thing left in stock! He leads you into the changing room, where you were about to put on the costume. Measurements were taken, as you began to put on the bear suit, pulling up the zipper on the suit’s back, fitting you perfectly. After several adjustments and alterations, you were ready to wear the bear suit’s head. As you saw your new bear costume in a full-length mirror, you placed your paw hands on your cheeks saying in shock, “BEAR!” as you adapted to your new look. Soon, the bunny comes walking in, as he peels the suit’s closed zipper off, leaving you trapped in the suit. Then the bunny sprays a hypnotic substance on my face, as the suit began to merge with my own body. Then after that, “Let's just get that off of there, and get you into something nice!” Said the bunny. He adjusts a bow tie on your neck, puts two tap shoes on your feet, and places a black top hat on top of your head. Finally, you admire your new tap dancing bear body, ready to boogie at the costume party.
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Mr. Bunbun
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I decided to buy a costume for the costume party I was going to attend next week.
So I went to a costume shop I found on the internet, which was near my house.
When I got there, I saw a grey bunny man who looked like he was wearing a bunny costume.
I thought to myself, "Wow! This guy is really into costumes, just like me!"
He looked at me and smiled, and I could see that he was trying to be friendly.
"Hello there, little boy! Welcome to my costume shop! How may I help you today?"
The bunny asked.
"Hello," I said.
"I'm looking for a furry animal costume. Do you have any?"
"Ah, yes! Of course I do! Let me show you," said the bunny.
He took me to the section of the shop where all the furry animal costumes were.
They were all different kinds of furry costumes, and I could see that they were all different sizes too.
I point excitedly at the golden tan bear suit hanging on the rack, its plush fur catching the shop's dim light.
"Can I try that one?"
I ask, reaching out to touch the soft material.
Mr. Bunbun's ears perk up as he carefully takes down the costume.
He checks the size tag and then uses a tape measure to compare it to my shoulders.
Nodding in approval, he says, "This is actually our last one in stock."
He leads me toward a curtained changing room in the back of the shop.
Inside, there's a full-length mirror and a small bench where I can sit.
Mr. Bunbun helps me lay out all the pieces of the costume on the bench in the correct order - first the body, then the paws, and finally the head.
Once everything is ready, Mr. Bunbun pulls back the curtain and steps out.
I stand there nervously, looking at the pieces of the bear suit laid out before me.
Mr. Bunbun returns with a measuring tape in his paws.
He begins to take my measurements, starting with my arms and then moving on to my legs, chest, and waist.
His paws move quickly and professionally as he jots down numbers in a small notepad.
When he's finished, he hands me the bear suit and tells me to put it on, as Mr. Bunbun pulls back the curtain and steps out again.
I step into the legs first, pulling the soft material up to my waist.
The fabric feels warm against my skin, almost alive.
Next, I slide my arms into the sleeves, feeling the weight of the fur as it settles around my shoulders.
Mr. Bunbun helps me adjust the fit, making sure that everything is comfortable and secure.
Finally, I reach behind me to zip up the back of the costume.
I stand in front of the mirror, holding the bear head in my trembling hands.
The golden tan fur glistens under the changing room lights.
Mr. Bunbun adjusts the shoulders of the body suit one final time, smoothing down wrinkles and checking the seams.
"Go ahead," he says with a gentle smile.
I take a deep breath and slowly lift the head piece.
With trembling paws, I position the bear head over my face and lower it down.
The padding inside presses against my cheeks as everything goes dark for a moment.
When my vision adjusts through the eye holes, I see my complete reflection staring back at me - a golden bear.
"BEAR!"
I gasp, pressing my furry paws against my face in disbelief.
The costume feels unnaturally warm and snug.
Mr. Bunbun appears behind me, his grey paws reaching for my back.
I hear a sound, as he peels away the zipper.
Before I can react, he produces a small bottle and sprays a sweet-smelling mist directly at my face.
I feel dizzy as the mist clouds my senses.
My bear paws touch my face, but the fur no longer feels like a costume - it's become my actual skin.
Mr. Bunbun circles me with the measuring tape, humming a cheerful tune.
He produces a red silk bow tie and fastens it around my neck.
Then, he kneels to slip shiny black tap shoes onto my feet.
The shoes click against the floor as I shift my weight.
Finally, he places a black top hat on my head, completing my new look.
When I gaze in the mirror, a dapper dancing bear stares back.
"Mr. Bunbun, what have you done to me?" I ask, my voice muffled but still my own.
"Ah, it's not what I've done," he replies with a twinkle in his eye, "but what you've always been destined to become."
"What do you mean?" I demand, feeling the weight of his words sink into my new reality.
I stare at my reflection, still trying to process my new bear form.
Mr. Bunbun gently guides me to an open area of the changing room.
He taps his own shoes against the floor, creating a rhythmic beat.
"Heel, toe, shuffle step," he says, demonstrating the simple sequence.
My new tap shoes gleam under the fluorescent lights.
Though I'm frightened and confused, my transformed body seems to respond naturally to the rhythm.
I lift my furry leg, attempting to mimic Mr. Bunbun's movements.
The tap shoe connects with the wooden floor, producing a sharp, clear sound that startles me.
My bear ears twitch at the noise, and I notice Mr. Bunbun watching intently, his paws clasped together in anticipation.
While practicing my tap steps, a glint of gold catches my eye on the ornate mirror frame.
I pause mid-shuffle, my tap shoes clicking to a stop.
Moving closer to the mirror, I notice a thin layer of dust coating the intricately carved wooden frame.
I extend my furry paw and gently wipe away the dust.
Mr. Bunbun continues his cheerful humming, pretending not to notice as I lean in for a closer look.
The dust reveals faint lettering etched into the frame.
My bear ears twitch as I strain to read the words.
I hear Mr. Bunbun's footsteps approaching behind me, but I remain focused on deciphering the inscription.
It's worn but still clear enough: "Those who seek disguise shall find their true form inside."
"Is this some kind of riddle, Mr. Bunbun?" I ask, turning to face him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Not a riddle," he replies softly, his eyes gleaming with a secret knowledge, "but a revelation for those who dare to see beyond the surface."
"So, you're saying this was always meant to happen?" I press, feeling the weight of destiny in his words.
Mr. Bunbun adjusts my top hat one final time, smoothing any wrinkles.
He hands me a golden invitation with a flourish.
"Party time," he says with a smile.
I tap my new shoes against the wooden floor, the sound echoing through the shop.
I've practiced enough to feel confident in my movements.
The rhythmic click-clack of my shoes is no longer foreign but feels like muscle memory I never knew I had.
Through the shop window, I see the sun setting, casting a warm glow over the street.
It's almost time for the costume party.
Mr. Bunbun opens the door with a flourish, bowing slightly as he gestures for me to leave.
I take one last glance in the mirror, adjusting my bow tie and hat.
"Are you ready to show them who you really are?" Mr. Bunbun asks, his voice filled with an encouraging warmth.
"I suppose I have no choice now," I reply, a mix of excitement and trepidation in my voice.
"Remember," he says, placing a reassuring paw on my shoulder, "it's not just a costume party; it's your debut."