The crowd of passengers being delayed at the security checkpoint by your dad's inspection chuckle and smirk as the official holds up what is clearly a high-end full-body fenale skinsuit made of synthetic flesh intended to mask a person's appearance
There's been a lot of negative press in the media recently of the use of such devices - mostly of perverted old men using them to engage in bizarre, kinky sex - and it gives you no end of satisfaction seeing your dad on the receiving end of mockery, after the weeks you spent being laughed at around school for dressing as a girl. A few people in the crowd snap photographs on their phones, and your father's face turns bright red.
"Look, I...I can explain... you see, me and my son are going on a trip together and we like to dress up when we do it..." -gasps of horror- "N-not like that! We're off to Comic-Con?"
"Sir, what you and your son do in your spare time is no business of mine. The security of this airport and its passengers, is. Now I can hardly allow you to board a flight with an identity altering item in your possession guidelines are very clear on this matter. The potential for swapping identities mid-flight is a risk However..." He paused to suck air through his teeth, to demonstrate what a big favour he was doing. "... If you we're to put the suit on before boarding the plane and you agree to the disabling of the suit's release mechanism until landing, then you can take it with you however you also must fill out form AT58, and agree to a Deep Flesh Scan."
Dad blanches. "Wear it? But the suit is for my son, shouldn't he be the one to wear it?" he pleads.
"The suit is your luggage. Either you wear it, or you leave it here, to be returned to you once you return."
He sags in defeat and shrugs, taking the skinsuit and putting it on. You think to yourself 'So he intended for you to once again play the role of the girl while he got to be the big damn hero'. You are relishing this as he grunts while pulling the skinsuit up. As the cowl is pulled into place over his head, the suit contracts, clinging to his body like a second skin for only a moment before it morphs, then two security guards seize him and bend him over the X-ray machine, while a third removes the zipper that runs up the spine of the suit leaving it now smooth and unblemished trapping your dad inside it. Then the official slips the zipper into an envelope.
"Don't worry, sir, the release mechanism will be placed in your bag."
The guards release their grip. When dad speaks, his voice is breathless and weak, and oscillating between different pitches as the suit attempts to modulate it correctly. "It better be and it better be on our plane" he then entered the Deep Flesh Scanner. A laser beam runs down his altered body, and a picture of his insides shows on a monitor, showing clearly his pink insides squashed inside the thin, curvaceous female skin enveloping him.
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