Ed, that is what he likes to call himself as opposed to his full name Edward. He's young, he's a brat. He thinks he's way mature for his age, but he's not. Your neighbor Roy, who coincidentally is your best friend and Edward's older brother, would often complain about how much of an asshole he is. One time, tossed all of his underwear in their pool and blamed it on the dog. Of course, Edward would act all curtsy and innocent in front of his parents. Do that, and all his misdemeanor bubbles away. And the blame shifts towards Roy, who they accuse of not taking care of his clothes.
You left the store and went back to your house. Your family is gone, off to do their respective tasks and jobs. Your father goes to his far-away construction job and won't be home after a week or two. Your little brother goes to soccer practice, and won't return until he comes home with your mother who takes a cooking class up until 9 in the evening. You are practically alone in your house, and judging by the lack of a vehicle in Roy's driveway, it seems he is alone with his piece of shit of a brother. Instead of coming back to your place, you knocked on your door.
Ed opened the door. He smiled, before proceeding to punch you in the nuts. "Roy! Your boyfriend is here!"
You collapsed on the floor. Unimaginable pain is coursing throughout your body. You've watched people get kicked in the balls before, and you always thought you could handle getting hit in the family jewels. It did not. It fucking hurts! Ed snickers at you, and lets out one taunting tongue. The little fucker is reaching the limits of your patience. No. He's already crossed that line years ago. With your returning strength, you pounced at him and pinned him on the floor. He was struggling and spun around, exposing his back in your direction.
Bad mistake.
You stripped his clothes outward and pushed the zipper down the valley of his spine. You remember the zipper being longer, but it terminated in the lumbar area. It's his size. Edward struggled, but as the seconds passed, so did his grunts and movements. While this is happening, Roy appeared in the room with popcorn at hand.
"Wh- what the fuck did you do?" Roy screamed.
"I've had my limits with that brother of yours," You replied.
Roy laid down the popcorn and came over to his brother. "I know he's a piece of shit, but you don't have to knock him out, asshole! Did you punch him? Fuck! He's out cold. Dad is going to kill me."
"Relax, doofus. I did not punch him." You crouched beside Roy. and yanked his little brother out of his arms. He didn't realize it but you did. It's that little whistle of the air, the disappearing weight of Ed, or how he just stopped breathing. Just like what the store said, this nutcracking piece of shit is finally going to have some use in his life. He's becoming a suit. You outstretched your hand and showed the suit to Roy. Without bones, the suit looked like well... a suit! The clothes slid off the suit like jello on a wall. Underneath the two-layered shirt and shorts, Ed is your typical caucasian boy. He's blonde, he's small, he has twigs he thinks are muscles, and his dick is laughable.
"Wha- what? "Is this a prank you cooked up with my brother?" He turned around and called Edward's name. Of course, no one is there to reply.
While Roy is still busy thinking this is a prank, you made your moves in wearing the suit. You're still wearing your clothes but you thought it wouldn't be an obstacle. You started with the feet, then worked your way up the body. It's wet inside the suit, and you're hoping that it won't stain your clothes. And the suit is smaller than you are, but somehow, it's becoming a snug fit whenever you finish wearing one of the appendages. Before the clock finished a minute, you're using a new set of eyes and maneuvering a body smaller than your own.
"Roy," You call your best friend. As expected, Edward's voice came out of your mouth. Roy just stared at you, dumbfoundedly. He touched your face, pulled your cheeks, and found no trace that you are wearing a suit. Well. That is if you discount the long zipper running your back. "Isn't this cool?"
"Cool?" Roy laughed. "This is insane! Where's my brother? Get him back to normal, now."
"Relax. He's in here," You tapped your head. "He's chilling quietly. If you want him to be a piece of shit around you, be my guest. I'm doing you a favor here by leaving Ed out of your mind."
"I suppose, it's kind of good that I'm not hearing his voice screaming at me every single second. Although, it's weird. You look like him, and yet you don't act like him."
"You want me to act like him?"
"No- no." Roy picked up his popcorn and resumed eating. "So, are you going to wear your clothes? I'm Ed's older brother, and even though he's a piece of shit, I don't want him getting sick because I do not want to get an earful from my parents."