I looked down at my phone in confusion before looking back up at the building. The photos clearly showed the same place but it was obvious they were taken a few years ago. Time had not been kind to the storefront of this small shop nestled in the back alleys of the city it would seem. It made me question whether the inside would be the same.

I'd come to this store in search of a costume for a party I had tonight. Nothing like a bit of last minute shopping! In a mad scramble I'd picked out the closest place on maps and headed there. Much to my current dismay. I was here now though and against the clock, desperation was setting in. Taking a deep breath I enter the costume store.

Once inside I'm greated with the sight of dozens up dozens of costumes and props alongside a wide variety of makeup, prosthetics and whatever else you'd need to complete a look. It was exactly what I needed, except there was something not quite right. Stepping closer I can see everything is cheap, tacky and gaudy. Mass produced stuff that would no doubt crumble after one use. To top it off a thick layer of dust seemed to coat everything. Clearly this place hadn't seen many visitors.

Nearing the back of the store a counter with a large cash register comes into view. Stood behind it was a large fat man dressed in bright colourful clothing. A clown. A clown who just so happened to be the owner of the store. A clown who was currently smiling at me with a creepy perverted grin. What had I just gotten myself into!?

Hey there! I hope you enjoyed that brief setting of the scene for this prompt. A creepy costume store manned by an even creepier pervert. One who just simply cannot wait to see me in one of his costumes.

Now this prompt comes from a strange sort of fetish I've been discovering I have. I'm obsessed with costumes. Particularly ones that make a poor attempt at what they're supposed to be. I'd love to play a character who ends up in one of these costumes. A great example would be to be dressed up as a witch. A big green rubber nose with a wart on it, green makeup covering my skin and a dark robe with a hat is perfect. The sort of look that screams cheap and tacky. It's weird for sure but it's something I love.

I'm thinking I'd be hypnotised by the owner to be his loyal costume wearing servant. I'd help to carry out all of his wildest fantasies wearing whatever he likes. I'd become a pervert just like him.