As the hybrid arrived at Shawn's place, it parked its motorcycle again and went to his living quarters, taking Trent's suit with it. It was now composed not only of Trent and Shawn, but also his motorcycling leather and his pet rat Noodles. The odd and conflicting thoughts, feelings and instincts of 2 humans, a rat and a suit clearly were to much so it thought about splitting up again.
At first the surface started to drip, with the dissolved leather dripping down, forming a puddle, leaving behind naked human skin. Eventually it reformed into a black leather ball, gradually getting the features of a rat. Apparently Noodles liked the suit so he became a little motorcycling suit for rats. It was perfectly suitable and engulfed most, if not all of the body of a potential rat. It even had a special leathery sleeve for the tail as well as a special visor and helmet to allow for sniffing through it. The naked rest of the hybrid, now only composing of Shawn and Trend giggled, "We're going to get you another rat tomorrow" as it picked up the rat-suit and put it back into its cage. Then Trent-Shawn gave another command to separate. Gradually they dissolved with Trent pushing forward and Shawn to the back, slowly getting more and more features as they come apart until the 2 were separated again, nude, but with their rings on their fingers. "Dude, that was awesome", remarked Trent, "what else have you been trying?". Shawn admitted, "Well I didn't get to far,... but I think I can come up with some ideas.". He pondered for a moment, then walked into a special room with a happy "Follow me" on his lips.
The room wasn't particularly big, but there were shelves upon shelves of action figures, as well as a table with tools and parts. Shawn took one of them. It was an anthropomorphic opossum with a leather harness and a shiny blue suit of armor with a rocket pack on its back. He gave the command, and after a moment dissolved together with it into a blob. Gradually a new form, perhaps a meter in height emerged, sporting many of Shawn's characteristics, but in opossum form while wearing a suit of armor that both looked vaguely medieval, with a large sword, while having a high tech pair of rockets on its back. Trent looked at it bewildered, "C...Can you fly with this thing?". "Only one way to find out", smiled the opossum, while running to the back garden. There on a concreted over bit of the garden shielded from its neighbors, Shawn tried to fire his rocket pack. Comfortably it lifted him up about a meter, completely stable and fully under his control. He even buzzed around a bit, always avoiding the attention of his neighbors. "This is fun," he claimed while coming back to
Trent, "So what would you like to be?".