My dad is a CEO, but his motto is that money is fleeting, skills are not. He and my mom made sure I could take care of myself in any way necessary. Sure, he is comfortable monetarily, but we’ve always lived below our means. Status never meant anything. Except for meek, socially anxious Wren in high school.
One skill I was taught when growing up was how to sew. And I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. To this day, I wish there was a picture of the costume I made for the Halloween party we attended senior year. Rather than buying one, I chose to create one. And I was fox. In costume and look. We were both 21.
The only thing was that it required a little modification. I already had the white thigh highs and arm compression sleeves, the black gloves, and black shoes. I only had to buy the orange leotard, ears, and the tail. The latter of which is where the modification comes in. It wasn’t any tail, but a Fox tail butt plug. But with the skills I had learned, I was able to fit it through the clothes easily and to look like it was part of the get up.