Posted Tue Sep 29, 2015 | 345 Words | Tagged story tom faulk bodysuit

It was 9am on a Sunday and I heard the doorbell ring multiple times. I don’t even know who would be wanting into my house at this time, but it sure wasn’t anyone I was expecting. Answering the door it was the postman delivering a large and heavy parcel. I quickly put it down behind me, the door thing must have carried it from his van and it was incredibly heavy. I signed for it and it was addressed to me, I was just incredibly confused. Whoever had sent me it had obviously paid a lot for posting whatever it was inside.

I tore open the packaging to reveal a… mask of some kind. It looked scarily realistic and his face reminded me of Tom Faulk. I hadn’t told anyone I liked him, even just a little hint, so why this would have turned up I never know.

There was a tag which simply read “Happy Birthday!” True it was my birthday in a few days, but this was a bit extreme. Plus no sender to know who to thank for it.

Pulling it out, it seemed to be incredibly detailed… too detailed in fact. I saw a zipper at the back and opened it and it felt like a typical costume material. Slightly intrigued by it, I pulled it on over my body and tried to pull it all to fit. I got my arm to the end, although it folded in a bit and managed to tug the zipper up at the back. It was a bit of a tight fit as he was quite the bit more in-shape than I was.

Then I walked over to the bathroom, where there was my biggest mirror. Walking felt a little funny, not like I expected which would have been the standard costume. Instead it just felt, right.

Looking in the mirror was Tom Faulk. “Woah” I spoke in his voice. Wow, it really was him and I was going to have a lot of fun even if I couldn’t track down who this was.