Henry's alarm went off at 7, which he turned off and reluctantly got out of bed. That storm last night had woken him up several times and all Henry could think about was how little sleep he'd been able to get. Walking into the bathroom, Henry remembered that the suits would be almost done now. Looking into the bathtub, he could see a carbon copy of himself lying deflated across the base, it was still a little blurry around the edges though. Turning away from the unsettling sight of seeing your own skin a shrivelled pile in some bath, his eye caught on the shower where the suit of Betty was coming together. All he could see of this one was what looked like his friend's long black hair pressed up against the frosted panes of glass. A sudden realization hit him, it was 7:15 now, the suit of him would be ready at half past and Betty was coming at 8 to see the results, he hadn't told her about the one he was making of her and she was bound to notice it when she came in here to look at the other one. He would have to move it. But the instructions said not to disturb it until after 12 hours had passed... Henry had a look, it seemed solid enough, so he scooped the thing up in both hands and took it back to his bedroom. On the way back to his room, Henry noticed that from inside the 'head' which was lolling to the side, two small lights seemed to be glowing ever so slightly in the eye sockets. The glowing grew more intense, Henry was frantically looking round his room for somewhere out of the way to hide it. The wardrobe! He dashed over to it and yanked it open with a finger that wasn't holding the suit. He was about to throw it inside when the skin started to feel warm. The lights were still there in the eyes and Henry could have sworn that the thing turned its head and was looking at him. Literally frozen in fear, Henry met its gaze. Still feeling warm, the suit felt as if it was starting to melt but it wasn't dripping. Staring intently at Henry, the suit's toothless mouth opened and it made a large gasping sound, like someone inhaling after holding their breath for a while. Tearing his gaze from the horrid face, Henry looked at the rest of it which still felt like it was melting. It was. Not onto the floor though, rather into him. Henry almost wet himself with fear watching the thing seeping into his arms and bare chest. He tried to throw it into the wardrobe but it was stuck to him. It was still flowing into him, but to Henry's relief (or at least as relieved as he could feel given the circumstances) the lights in the suit's eyes had been extinguished and it was no longer looking at him. It looked as lifeless as before except it was slowly disappearing, the jawline had gone, now the nose...
Henry looked down in disbelief as the last long, curly black hair was sucked inside of him, leaving him standing there holding nothing but air. It had left no physical mark and other than some mental anguish, Henry was feeling fine. As he was examining himself, he noticed that like the suit had done before, his boxers were now slowly being absorbed into his waist. Not knowing what was happening and feeling more than a little bemused, Henry sat down on his bed and looked out the window. Very little was going through his mind, but he did have one thought "I want my boxers back...". To his amazement, he saw them starting to reappear out of his flesh, was it coincidence, had it even happened before? To test this, he pictured himself without them on. They promptly vanished. Looking at his clock, Henry realized that he'd better get ready for school, and that Betty would be round soon as well, he could figure out what was happening later. After making his boxers reappear and putting on his uniform, the same thing happened, the uniform began to disappear into his skin leaving him standing in the middle of his room in oly his boxers once more. Wondering if he could do the same thing as with his boxers, he willed his uniform to reappear, and it did.
He was starting to understand what was happening. It seemed like somehow after the incident with the Betty suit, every item of clothing he put on he somehow absorbed and stored inside him which he could then 'put on' again whenever he wanted. "But I absorbed the suit too..." Henry thought, picturing an image of the suit and the person it was made from.
The strangest feeling ran down every fibre of Henry's body, he could feel everything moving at once but he was going nowhere. It seemed like every bone in his body was being compressed, his jaw ached and skin burned. Looking down at his hands, he saw that what could only be the suit was re-emerging from him, changing his large, pasty white hands into the sleeker, slighter, more feminine hands of Betty. His clothes grew tighter and looser at the same time, tighter around the chest and waist, but looser around his arms, shoulders and legs. His new hands almost disappeared into the new length of his sleeves and his trousers started to scrunch up against the floor. Eventually, everything stopped and he stood there slightly breathless trying to figure out what had just occurred. Remembering how he could make anything he put on appear and disappear at will, his mind turned to the suit, that was what had caused it and, if he was following his logic correctly, that was what he was currently wearing. He looked directly down and was greeted with the sight of his shirt being stretched tightly over Betty's bust. A few strands of long, curly black hair fell down infront of his face. He was her.
It was getting closer to 8, the time when the real Betty would appear, so, thinking frantically he thought he came up with a solution. "I can make the clothes I put on vanish and come back, so why should it be any different with this?". He closed his eyes and pictured his old self looking in the mirror. To his relief, he started to return to normal. Things were expanding and shrinking in just the right place and by the end, his uniform fit perfectly again. A thought occurred to him, he could try changing into different people. He closed his eyes once more and pictured a girl who he had a bit of a crush on in school, Emily Ward. He had a perfect image of her in his mind, but the tingling didn't come. He was still Henry, "If it is like the clothes, then maybe I have to make a suit of the person as well..."
The doorbell rang, it was 8 and it was Betty coming to see how the Henry suit had turned out. Making their way up to the bathroom, Henry led Betty in to see it, at least he'd hidden her suit. Just like before, it was lying limp at the base of the tub. Betty gave a gasp of wonderment, not unlike the one the suit had recently given. "WOW!!!", she exclaimed "I really didn't think anything would happen!" She turned to look at him, grinning "It says its some sort of disguise doesn't it?" she inquired.
"Well, erm, yes, I guess it does" replied Henry, not quite sure he was liking where this was headed.
"Can I try it on? Can I try it on now? Pleeeeease!?" Betty squealed and reached inside the bath to grab it.
Henry sighed, he knew it. "Ohh, go on then but be quick or we'll be late", and with that he left the room for her to get changed.
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