Mark had learned what Aidans favorite clothes were, so he moved over to the closet to look for his favorites. He found the two shirts and caps rather easily and put them on the floor, laying a jeans each next to them. He then went looking at the corner where Aidan had kept his shoes, finding five different pairs still laying there. "He had a total of seven pairs here? Was he a girl inside?" Mark thought grinning. But the number just fitted his wishes. He took them all over to the clothes on the ground, placing one by the legs of the jeans and one by the sleeves of the shirts each. Only the last remained with him, putting it on the desk next to the laptop.
Aidan stood by the bars of his playpen, looking shocked that Mark had his favorite shirts on the floor. "What are you doing with them? You better put them back."
Seeing that Aidan was looking at his clothes Mark grinned typing in what should happen with them. Aidan looked in sorrow as the clothes merged into two other onesies for him. The shirt from the one festival he went to turned with the rest into a bright red onesie, decorated with colored blots, most likely letters he couldnīt read.
The other set merged into a deep green onesie, looking a bit thicker then the other two ones and was decorated with leafs and cones in different green colors. In both cases the shoes by the jeans legs kept their design while turning into connected booties while the ones near the sleeves turned into simple mittens. Finally both onesies shrunk down to Aidans current size.
"So, now we have something to change you into later. We canīt let you always wear the same onesie after all, even when they are self-cleaning." Mark laughed at Aidans mental scream "Nooo you asshole, stop this."
Next Mark got Aidans jacket from its hanger, laying it and the last pair of shoes on the ground, taking the onesies to fold them on the desk. The jacket mostly just shrank down to fit Aidans small body, only losing all the imprinted logos. A simple dark blue jacket without pockets for Aidan. The shoes meanwhile gained some blinking lights, the shoelaces turning into fasteners and turned a bright yellow color in total before shrinking to fit Aidans feet around his onesie booties.
Aidan began to cry again. With each thing Mark changed to fit his new form it was more unlikely that he ever planned to change him back. Even the permanent set age let open the chance that after some time Mark would grow bored of Aidan as a baby and change him back.