It had been 12 hours since adding a strand of Betty's hair to the mix and pouring it in the bathtub and it had seemed like he'd spent an even longer time still explaining to the rest of his family why they had to use the ensuite room for a shower. By Henry's watch they had finished making it at 5:30 yesterday, so he had set his alarm for then the following morning, to clear up the mess if it failed and to stop anyone else discovering whatever might have been made if it had worked. Betty had gone home overnight and he'd promised to text her the results in the morning.
Making sure not to wake anyone, Henry crept into the bathroom and was stunned by what he saw. There in the bath was an exact copy of his friend curly black hair and all, except that it looked as if she'd been deflated and was completely naked. Slightly taken aback and a little disturbed at this sight, Henry locked the door behind him and moved closer to the tub. There was no mistaking it, that definately looked like Betty lying in a heap at the bottom of the bath, empty eye sockets staring vacantly into space. "It...worked" muttered Harry to himself, he didn't quite know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. Gathering courage, he reached out for its arm, grabbed it and held it up infront of himself. It was tough like a car tyre yet light, soft and really easy to bend and stretch. If he tried, Henry could scrunch it up to the size of a tennis ball or stretch it out to cover the whole room and it still wouldn't rip or crease.
"Hang on a minute, didn't it say something about being used as a costume or disguise of some sort? So where's the zipper?" Henry thought. Although he searched the back and front of his naked friend he couldn't find any obvious way of entry so he consulted the instructions sheet. 'For entry; use the anus. For exit; use the mouth' it said. "Its one thing to be holding what could be the skin of my friend, quite another to start crawling up her backside!" he thought. A quick glance at his watch showed the time was getting close to 7. "The others are going to be getting up any minute now, I don't have the time anyway. I need to find a place to stash this.", he thought to himself, and with that he returned to his bedroom, found an old cushion case from on top of his wardrobe a put it in there. Sounds of life were starting to come from around the house as people were getting up, "Bet will be expecting a text about this... do I want to tell her? She'd freak out if she found out it worked and she's expecting it to fail. Also, I could have a lot of fun with this and maybe even use it to get other people's hairs...". Coming to a decision, he picked up his mobile and typed:
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