Dirty Laundry

Dirty laundry

Body a day - #8: Wash

Part of the 'Body a day' writing challenge hosted by @max-the-many

“Wait, are you going out? I thought you were washing the bodysuit today.” I said, seeing my friend on his way out the front door with a big backpack in his hand. He closed the door again, letting a final gust of late-autumn wind inside, and then turned towards me, sending me an innocent smile.

“I am, the suit is in the washer-” he began, whilst pulling slightly at his neck. “What?! You are only wearing the mask?” I exclaimed. He nodded, then shook his beautiful head, slightly adjusting the mask's curly hair.

“Yeah, I’m just going out for a couple of errands… that’s all, and look – I am all covered up,” he said as he showed me his hands, covered in tight leather gloves, he also pulled his woolen scarf a little bit more upwards, “I’m wearing a scarf, gloves and even two sweaters underneath, just for bulk. As long as I keep it all on, nobody is going to notice anything.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about it, if I didn’t know him, I wouldn’t have guessed, he was wearing a mask at all. As long as his entire body was clothed, except the head and neck, then it should be alright. “Seems unnecessarily risky, you really have to promise, that all the clothes stays on – no matter what happens.” I said unable to hide my concern.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise,” he said with a boyish smirk, then headed out the door.

I went to check on the washing machine, it was running… but the timer didn’t seem to match at all, the setup was completely wrong. I looked inside it, and to my horror I discovered, it was empty. Nothing in there, but soap and water spiraling around pointlessly. I ran to my friend’s room, and more or less kicked down the door. There was my friend, unmasked, tied to his bedpost and a gag in his mouth.

I felt my innards twist into a knot and a feeling of dread wash over me. It wasn't him, who just left the house... --- Continues in part 2 ---

Third ride

”You’ve gotta be ready in 10, champ.” said the manager before disappearing, I  nodded silently.

It was my third ride on a motorcycle, if you can believe it, but I’m already racing in real competitions… Well… Alex is racing in real competitions…

I have only worn Alex for three days, I turned him into a bodysuit you see. I could barely believe that it worked, but I have worn him ever since.

He was a race champion, not one of the big ones, but still very talented, and I wanted to be him so bad. So with a little help from the infamous and mythical bodysuit formula, I have been inside Alex’ skin for three whole days now. And I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.

Being Alex is so amazing, being big, strong and handsome like him and I can even do anything he can. Even winning races despite knowing nothing about motorcycles, except that they are cool… And I love those sweet tight leather suits that comes with it.

Well I’ve got to go change into Alex’ official race-suit. I got some points to score and trophies to win, so catch you later.

First ride

My flatmate Ricky had told me of the joy of the first ride of the season. When you can finally put on the gear, kick up the engine and hit the open road. So now I’ve got to try that.

I pulled on my Dainese leather suit, my boots, my gloves and grabbed my helmet. On my way out the door I stopped by the mirror and made certain my Ricky mask was still in place. I grabbed Ricky’s motorcycle key and his wallet from the table. Everything I needed to be him for today.

As I went into the parking lot in the basement, I couldn’t help but smile with Ricky’s dumb grin. Nobody was going to be able to tell the difference. It was gonna be a great first ride.

Never bullied again

Body a day - #5: Revenge

Revenge… Feels good, Daniel thought to himself, zipping up the jacket that belonged to his bully Kurtis. There wasn’t much left of Kurtis once Daniel had helped himself to all his attributes. His big chest, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his firm abs, his strong legs, his clear skin, his lush hair, his perfect vision, his stunning smile, his intoxicating confidence… The list goes on, Daniel had taken it all, except for the look of innocence, that was Daniel's own from the start.

He was never going to get bullied again – ever.

Introducing S.O.N.

Halfway through @max-the-many's ludicrous challenge. The prompt this time is something I've already done, so here's something a bit different as the midway-marker. For the other son-transformations I have done during this challenge, see #1, #7 and #13.

Body a day - #15: Son

S.O.N. is a revolutionary new technology, that will allow you to relive and redo the best time of your life. Get a second chance at life and enjoy it to the fullest with the new S.O.N. technology.

S.O.N. is a replica of your younger self, improved and enhanced in every way desirable to your specifications. You’ll receive a fully-grown, mature S.O.N. in just ten weeks.

Using advanced and revolutionizing DNA-resequencing technology, we’ll make the perfect S.O.N. for you based on your DNA-profile and matched with any of our top class models from our extensive catalogue, making sure that your S.O.N. becomes the best possible version of you. We flesh out a complete backstory as well as identity papers to specifications and provides a smooth and inconspicuous transition of the S.O.N. into your life and routine, before you inevitably take their place at a predetermined time.

With the advanced DNA-resequencing you will soon have all your life and memories transferred to your S.O.N. and can enjoy and experience life again more well-off than the first time.

Your S.O.N. will be the perfect candidate to carry on your legacy, your company and/or your heritage, as they are you – only rejuvenated and revitalized.

Order your S.O.N. today. You don't have to only live once.

Empyrean Wear

Body a day - #6: Mirror

“Looking good…” Ronald mumbled satisfyingly to himself, whilst snapping a photo in the mirror.

The employee benefits at this airport luxury boutique was something else… With the help of his manager and his colleagues, they had managed to turn browsing customers into skinsuits in the dressing room, they’d then let an employee put on the skinsuit and pay the exorbitant prices of these luxury garments, plus a little extra, then leave the boutique and resume the customer’s life.

Ronald was just the next in the long line of employees at Empyrean Wear, when he saw this guy heading into the dressing room with a thick leather jacket, he knew, he wanted him and he immediately informed his manager.

His colleague treated the customer with top-quality customer service as they guided him to the dressing room, not even mentioning the customer bringing his suitcase with him inside.

Ronald was too excited to be near the customer. Five minutes passed, then his manager came to him at the till: “The dressing room is ready for you now, Ronald. Better hurry.” The manager winked at him and Ronald hurried to the dressing room, where he found the unconscious body of the customer, completely hollow and ready to be worn.

Ronald exited the dressing room with a confident swagger, slowly getting accustomed to his new size. His colleague and manager smiled at him as he approached the polished counter. “Looking good, Ronald,” said the manager with a mischievous grin, “I take, it will be some time, before we see you again.” “His flight is not for another two hours,” Ronald answered, but he knew, that he would have to leave soon to catch this guy’s flight, not knowing when, how or if he would return.

“You look amazing, that’s for sure,” said the manager. “But you’ll need some high-quality jeans to go with your leather jacket, you can’t wear those track pants with that,” he continued with a wink and threw a pair of the most expensive jeans in the entire store at him. And he wasn’t done ‘selling’ him fine equipment.

An hour and a half later, Ronald had to bid farewell to his colleagues, and head for the gate for a future unknown, wearing a brand new jacket, jeans, dress shoes and sunglasses, an entirely new outfit, except the customer’s old hoodie, which Ronald had decided to keep. He may have left the boutique 13,500€ poorer, but he had gained so much more, which you can’t put a price tag on.