Riley was already writing the play in his mind to match the characters each costume was creating of its wearer. As he adjusted the costumes to fit their hosts, the power became stronger. Harry with a swath of fabric added to the crotch was now speaking Elizabethan English like a pro, whether he wanted to or not. Riley grinned. He had to make the play work. Mary's pink door to door saleslady costume even came with a pink briefcase. Though she was from the Bronx, she was now speaking with a Southern drawl, as she tried to sell Brooklyn some cosmetics. Brooklyn had selected boy's jeans, white t-shirt and red flannel shirt, and was currently listening attentively to Mary, as she also hit on her. Just as well that Zak was a mannequin, he thought, as he adjusted the waist on bong-boy Paxton's bell bottoms. Zak wanted to make it with girls, and the way the costumes were changing people, Riley suspected his entire cast would soon be gay, if they weren't already. He wasn't gay, but his new cock was hungry for use, and make use of any available hole- male or female- if the chance arose. Maybe he should write an orgy into the script. He wasn't sure about the plot that would throw together such diverse people. Perhaps a malfunctioning time machine? Or maybe it would be back stage at a monologue audition. That would be great, Brooklyn could audition for Thelma or Louise. Mary could audition with the monologue of the Fuller Brush Girl or the Mary Kay Story. Midsummer Night's Dream would work for Harry. Paxton would do a scene from Hair or maybe Hot L Baltimore? Except they wouldn't do any of the scenes on stage. Riley's play would take place back stage.
Zak was totally freaking. When Mary's costume was taken off him, he felt so naked and embarrassed, but that passed quickly. Because as soon as Mary put her pink dress on, Zak was feeling her skin against his. It was unreal. He could feel Harry's leotard being pulled over him, and heard the seam rip, and was painfully aware of Harry, when he pulled the altered leotard back on. Yuck, Zak was all over naked Harry and Mary at the same time. Then Mary faded, and it was only Harry. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't
Riley looked knowingly at Zak the mannequin. He had no idea that Zak was not only sentient, but was feeling the bodies of those whose costumes had been on him. Zak wondered if Riley knew, but Riley's smile only had to do with making the mannequin central to his play. It would be on stage with the cast as they performed. They would treat it as the audience or a partner or foil. He grinned. Thie would be the best play ever.