When you returned. You found Christine, still the fat guy, had taken all the skin suits out of the box and lined them up side by side. There were 11 of them.
He/She was holding up a suit. ‘Who are they all? I recognise some of them. This is me isn’t it? You shouldn’t make suits of people without asking their permission’
You blushed. ‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful’
‘I recognise your parents and your brother and sister. But who are these others?’
The black guy, the fat guy you are now and the MILF were just people on the bus. Those other 3 are the Sampson’s. They are second cousin's of some kind. They were here on vacation. I took the opportunity to collect some DNA.
‘Is one of them a kid?’ She pointed at the Sampson suits
‘That’s Rory. He’s about 6’
‘And is this all you have? There isn’t one of yourself. Or are you wearing yourself?’
‘The one of myself was still in the process of being made when I ran out of ingredients. I think I will have to start afresh when they turn up. I have to import them from China. Because of Covid there is a big delay in delivery. Put this on please’ You handed him the dressing gown
To your relief he actually put the gown on. ‘So, are there any restrictions? Can you make a suit of anyone?’
‘In theory, so long as I have some fresh DNA. They take several weeks to print though’
‘Could you make my family as well? Could you make a suit of Rex?’
Rex was her dog. ‘I haven’t tried an animal. Only humans. I’m not sure whether the DNA would assimilate with human DNA. There might be too many differences’
‘Hmm…’ I could see she was thinking. ‘And how many of these have you tried on? Have you worn me?’
You felt like denying it but your blush gave you away. You decided to come clean and truthfully told her: ‘I wore you briefly but I never put your head on. I played with your breasts and pussy but felt guilty. The only other suits I’ve worn have been my Dad and the MILF’
‘Why is that? If I had made these suits I would have tried them all out’
‘There is a time delay. When you put a suit on it changes your own DNA. Once you take it off again it takes about 6 hours for you to recover and be 100% yourself again’
‘I don’t understand?’
‘If you took that suit off straight away you would initially be the fat guy. You will slowly change back to yourself. It will take about 6 hours before you are completely yourself once more. I’m currently trying to figure out how to speed it up’
Christine looked at me with a puzzled look on his fat face. I explained further ‘That’s why I decided to make a suit of myself, so that if I need to be myself in a hurry I can wear it. Say I was wearing my Dad suit and my real Dad came home unexpectedly. I figured I could put my own suit on and be me. But when I take my ‘Me’ suit off I would revert back to Dad in 6 hours then if my theory is correct it would be another 6 hours before I would revert back into my real self’
Christine now looked totally confused. After a delay she said ‘So you are saying that it will be 6 hours after I take this suit off before I am myself again’
‘Unless you wore the Christine suit. Then you would be yourself immediately’
‘But then it would take me 12 hours to be totally myself again?’ She was still holding the Christine suit.
‘Correct. Well according to theory anyway’
‘When you wore the suits when did you change back?’
‘I only wore them last thing at night and took them off before going to bed. When I woke I was myself again’
‘So you haven’t actually done a 12 hour change back yet?’
‘No. I don’t yet have a suit of my own. It’s an untested theory’
‘Well we have a problem then. I have my rehearsal at 1pm this afternoon. From what you have just said I wouldn’t regain my body in time. Why didn’t you tell me before I put this suit on?’
Christine was in an amateur play. She had a minor part in some period drama. From what she had told you she was just a “Lady in waiting” and only had a single line. ‘Just wear the Christine costume. You will be fine’
‘No! I don’t think so. I’m not going to be a guinea pig. You put it on. You are going to do the rehearsal for me’