"Our guy's here!" he yelled to someone I couldn't see. It was dark, really dark, but I followed the sound of his voice. The guy opened a back door into the building and ushered me inside. "Nice!" He really liked it! Maybe I'd definitely get picked out of the audience now. I let the coat drop, revealing my "naked" body. "Aw, awesome! Let me see your outfit," he said, eyeing my overcoat. There was a guy smoking a cigarette back there, and he actually looked excited to see me.which was both weird and comforting seeing as I needed to hide real quick-like. So instead, I ran around the back of the building. There was no way I was gonna have them convince this crowd I was a pervert. Behind me, the three ladies had begun chasing me. I saw the front entrance of the studio now, but there was a ton of people milling about there. I was not a pervert! I was not a streaker! I was just trying to play one on tv! For a stupid game show! "Get the hell out of here, you pervert!" one of them yelled while another grabbed her phone, intent on calling the cops. I looked like a street flasher with this coat on. The other ladies gasped in anger as they saw me. She pointed and cried, "Oh my God! That man's naked!" One of the women saw and her jaw dropped.
As I passed a group of ladies, the wind whipped my coat wide open.
The skin suit was a little too convincing, as it turned out. There were only a few scattered people in the parking lot, but the wind was bad and kept threatening to rip my coat open for all to see. Modesty won out again, and I wore the coat. Should I continue wearing the trenchcoat as I walked through the parking lot and tried to find the entrance? Or ditch the coat so everyone could see I was in costume and maybe know where to direct me? I got parked and immediately faced another dilemma.
Because I was hyper-aware of drivers around me, I wore a sort of trenchcoat to conceal my "nudity." So, the day of the show, I drove to the studio. I debated over whether this would be to too revealing (I was really self-conscious about my body), but in the end I decided to go with it. The back side especially pulled up into my ass cheeks like a thong. The costume was super skin tight so that my actual body features were all but visible. Where my crotch was, I attached a big fake leaf, Adam and Eve style. I bought a flesh-colored skin suit that covered me from the neck down. Finally, in the last few days before the show, I decided to go as a streaker. I had a good 2 months to prepare, and I spent most of that time worrying about what to dress up as. If it was a really crazy costume, you were more likely to get picked out of the audience to compete on the show. It was kind of a B-rating game show where the audience members dressed up in wild costumes. The day I won tickets to "You Bet Your Ass", a less than popular late night game show, was the best day of my life.
***This is a work of fiction, a scenario I've often fantasized about***