This choice: As you think about it, someone enters your room. • Go Back...Chapter #5As you think about it, someone enters your room. by: SwapSeer   While Jack was thinking about which sibling to turn into a suit, he heard the door to his bedroom creak open. Thinking about the pen seemed taboo. Like a prepubescent boy caught watching porn by his mother, he jumped from his chair. The pen jumped from his hand as well, and by chance or misfortune, the button landed on the floor. A flash of light sprang from the tip and bounced from wall to wall. It's an unstoppable ray of light, that will only find its demise when it hits a living person.
"Jack, you asshole," the voice from the door said. It's Bryan's voice! "We met your father in the park. He did not call you, you fucking liar-!"
After a minor gasp, Bryan's voice stopped. Jack picked up the pen and hurried to the door. There, he saw nothing but a pile of crumpled skin. He crouched to pick it up and surprisingly found it warm - as if it was fresh from the microwave. He expected it to have the texture of latex but it was that of skin, Bryan's skin! It's tanned, just like Bryan's. The rays of the summer sun baked him to this darkish tan, and quite frankly, it was a shade both of them liked. Jack dreamed of having the same shade but it's a genetic impossibility. Of all his family, he just had to hoard all of the Irish genes. If he tried to get a tan, he'd turn to a red lobster instead. But with this suit, his dream might come true after all.
"Wh- what the fuck!" Jack jumped once again when he heard a voice underneath him. He turned to see a familiar face, rather, a familiar head. It's Bryan's decapitate yet living, head. His eyes are wide open, and he's heaving without lungs. Well, who wouldn't in his situation? One moment he's barging into his friend's bedroom like he always does, and the next thing he knew, he's on the floor with nothing but his head. He can't move his body because he doesn't have a body! To make things more offensive, his view is obstructed by a foot with a smell so vile, it makes him gag but unable to do so because he does not have a throat.
"Holy shit," Jack crouched down to pick up the head of his friend. It's cleanly cut a few centimeters off his chin. Instead of a fleshy stump, it's a hole. Inside the hole is a cavern molded in the shape of Bryan's head. There are holes where the eyes, nose, and mouth should be. And they're moving.
"What the fuck was that light!?" Bryan screamed. "And turn me upright, you dingus. I'm getting sick from this angle."
"So- sorry," Jack didn't expect it to happen. Sure, he did not expect the pen to work at the start. But even if it did, he expected it to turn Bryan entirely into a non-living suit. But here he is. His body is incapacitated but the head is alive and screaming rapid bursts of profanities. When Bryan calmed down, that was when Jack started telling his explanation. He told him about the pen, its abilities, and how Bryan was his first accidental subject.
"I heard your story. So, what are you waiting for? Turn me back to normal." Bryan scrunched his eyebrows. He's fuming mad. And whatever Jack is about to do, he's pretty sure that it won't make Bryan madder than this.
"I was thinking of trying you on," Jack smiled cheekily. There's this nagging thought in his head that formed when he saw the convenient hole in the suit's neck.
"Oh, no, no, no, NO! I know that look, and I do not like it one fucking bit. You could turn anyone else into a suit, my brother even. Just not fucking me."
"Why? Aren't you curious?"
"I'm curious about what I'm about to do when I get back to my body."
"Anything I do will get you mad. So, I'm just going to wear you instead."
"Okay! Okay! I will just punch one of your eyes if you turn me to normal now."
Jack didn't listen. He removed the clothes from the suit. A few years have passed since he last saw Bryan naked. The last time was at a slumber he hosted. They wanted to have more time to play video games so they took the bath together. Even then, he saw that Bryan grew faster than both of them. He's taller, somewhat beefier (they're both still twinks though), and most importantly of all, he's well-endowed at the crotch.
"Asshole! Just wait until I get my hands on that pen. I will turn you into a suit and parade your dick in front of Kate." Bryan screamed. It's weird looking at his crumpled body at this angle. And it became a whole lot weirder when he saw Jack wear the suit. It didn't take long before the suit shifted to fit Jack better. There's barely any sign that it was a suit at all, bare the sudden shift of skin tone of the face and the rest of the body.
Jack caressed his skin and found them surprisingly smooth. They're a shade of dark tan, a shade he always wanted to have. And down below, his dick was a standing beast. He grabbed the shaft and teased Bryan by pulling the foreskin down. "How'd you even fit this thing in your pants?"
Jack did not receive a definite answer. It came in profanities instead. He's glad his family is busy elsewhere, and they won't be coming for a while. Bryan could scream as long as he wants.
Jack turned his sight to Bryan and smiled. It's time to finish the suit. He picked up the head, who attempted to bite him, and pulled it down over his face. The change was disorienting but quick. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bryan staring back at him from the reflection at the far side of the room. He's a complete rendition of his friend, even the voice when he tried to curse just as he does. There's no hole, except for a barely noticeable slit that separates the head from the body.
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