“Well fuc…damn, ok,” Edward grumbled. He stepped back behind the screen and stripped naked. It felt very odd to be standing in a room naked with just a screen separating him and three women. He quickly slipped the costume on without his briefs and returned back out into the room.
“Now that’s better,” Mrs. Webster said. “Let’s see what needs to be done here.” She started looking, touching, adjusting, moving everything. She made the rounds from front to back making notes at every stop.
“How does it feel? I mean is it comfortable? Are there any places where it feels too loose or too tight?”Mrs. Webster asked in rapid fire.
“I guess, it really doesn’t matter. I don’t plan on having it on for long, if you know what I mean,” Edward smirkingly answered.
“Ok then, I just need to check a couple of more areas to complete this fitting.” Mrs. Webster said. Without warning she flipped up the front pouch revealing the built in underwear. Edward jumped in place when he realized what she’s done.
“I’m sorry dear I didn’t mean to startle you. I just need to check the fit of the built-in support garment front and back.” She then proceeded to stick her fingers all about the pouch. Through the thin cloth she grazed both his penis and balls in the process. This of course caused the normal reaction in a 19 year old boy. His member began to swell.
Just as Edward was about to start to stress, Mrs. Webster instructed him, “Now turn around so I can check the fit in the rear.” He was never so happy to accommodate her command. His penis was now semi hard but not visible under the front flap. After her inspection of the rear fit she allowed him to go and get dressed.
Before he started out Mrs. Webster said, “Great, we’re almost done. I’ll need one final fitting in a few days. I’ll let your mother know when.”
When he was just outside the front door his phone rang. He answered and stopped outside on the porch to talk. “You wouldn’t believe where I am,” he said into the phone. “I’m in a dump on on West St. My stupid mother insisted I come here to get my Halloween costume made. There’s this old creepy lady and her two nasty low class daughters,” he laughed. “It’s a fucking freak show. They are fucking skanks dude. They make my skin crawl.”
He was unaware that both Cora and Beth were close enough to hear every word he spouted. They were not happy with his demeaning description of them or their mother. They now confirmed what a spoiled brat he really was.
Before he was to have his final fitting Cora and Beth told their mom that they had done some extensive research on what actual cavemen wore. They explained that the younger males of the family had to dress differently from the elders. They needed more freedom of movement since they did all the hunting, fishing and gathering. In order to give them the ability to do all this, without hindrance, their animal skins needed to be much, much smaller.
They were so convincing to their mom she got in touch with Edwards mother and relayed her new found information. Janet listened and replied, “That’s wonderful and I appreciate all your daughters extra work on my behalf. If there’s anyway you have enough time to make the changes please do. You know how accurate I like things to be.”
Mrs Webster assured Janet she could accomplish the alterations with her daughters assistance. Mrs Webster told her that they would need an extra day to prepare but to have Edward be there at 1:00 pm the day after tomorrow.
It was an unusually hot day for late October. Edward arrived at Mrs. Webster’s home with his sports car convertible top down. Somewhat wind blown he knocked on the door. Cora answered the door and welcomed the young man inside.
On their way to the sewing room she announced, “Unfortunately mother has been taken ill yet again. She’s been in bed since late yesterday afternoon. But never fear, both Beth and I have stepped in many times before and finished her projects.”
It could matter less to Edward, as long as the work got completed. “Well I guess that will have to suffice,” he said with a snobbish smirk. “Let’s just get this clutterfuck over and done with.”
Beth was waiting for them in the sewing room. “Great you’ve arrived, I hope you like the changes we’ve made,” Beth said.
“Changes?”, Edward asked. “Oh you mean the alterations from the last fitting I assume.”
“Didn’t your mother tell you about the last minute changes she had us implement?” Beth asked. Cora jumped in with, “Maybe she was just too overwhelmed with last minute party details to remember to mention them to you.”
“Whatever, no big deal as long as she gets what she wants,” Edward said. “You know how difficult she can be if things are not just as she expects.”
“Oh we know. She is the perfectionist of perfectionist,” Cora joked. With that said she handed Edward the costume as he walked toward the screen to change.
Once behind the screen he once again stripped naked. When he picked up the costume he noticed how light it felt in his hands. “That’s odd,” he thought. As he slipped it on he noticed the fit was completely different than the last time. After it was on he looked down to discover there was not much of the original costume left.