When Liam entered the changing room, he felt Connor begin to change. The wetsuit's legs shortened from Liam's ankles until they were pulled tight around his thighs, showing off how muscled they were. The black colour started changing to a light blue, the lighter colour exposing the outline of his impressive cock. The blue colour moved up the wetsuit, covering Liam's tight six-pack and imprinting the word 'Gerolsteiner' over his pecs, which were bulging through the tight lycra. His meaty shoulders and biceps made the skinsuit look like it was about to burst as the colour spread all the way down to his wrists.
Liam admired himself in the mirror until he realised there was more in store for him. He moaned as blue cycling cleats formed around his feet and fingerless gloves spread onto his hands. Liam's vision briefly went blurry while a pair of sports sunglasses formed on his face and his head was constricted by a streamlined blue cycling helmet.
He didn't realise that by making Connor change into the skinsuit, he was also changing his life. New memories of cycling competitively from a young age and fucking other cyclists while wearing skintight lycra entered his head. He left the changing room with a full-on boner from the changes to find himself in a professional cycling shop filled with muscular lycra-clad cyclists and various lycra skinsuits on racks for sale. By changing his reality, Connor became a regular cycling outfit, losing all consciousness. Meanwhile, the new Liam forgot that Connor ever existed and walked out of the shop onto a busy cobbled street. He hopped onto his bike which he got free along with his skinsuit in a sponsorship with Gerolsteiner. He adjusted his bulge while laughing to himself in his new European accent and cycling away.