“Ricky” rolled off of you and you both looked to see your sister standing there with a shocked look on her face. You were both lost for words.
Eventually your sister spoke ‘How could you do this to Matthew? Get out of here you slut! I never want to see you again!’
You sat up and pulled the dress down to cover your nakedness. The real Christine was pulling her father’s boxer shorts back on.
‘You’re not meant to be here’ was the first words that came out of your mouth. Immediately you realised how pathetic an excuse that was.
‘I here because this is my house and I’m glad I did as I’ve found my brother’s whore of a girlfriend fucking some fat guy on our lounge!’
‘I can explain…. It’s not what it looks like’
‘Are you going to pretend you weren’t fucking this fat guy? You are unbelievable! Get out of here. You’re fucking someone else in our house! And you say it’s not what it looks like! You tramp!’
You decided you had to come clean. Your sister had helped you out with experiments before. She would understand. Well you hoped she would.
‘Marcia! Let me explain. I’m Matthew. That’s Christine. We are wearing body suits’
‘What? Get real! Get out of here! And be clear, I’m going to let Matthew know exactly what I caught you doing’
‘No it’s true I am Matthew. Look I’ll show you’ You fumbled at the back of your neck. There should be a small flap there, that was the key to taking off the suit. However, your fingers couldn’t find it amongst the long hair you currently possessed. You begged to Christine who had put her fathers suit back on. ‘Christine help me!’
‘It’s true’ He said to Marcia ‘I’m Christine and we are wearing body suits’
‘And I’m the Easter bunny! Get out of here!’
Christine ignored her and came around behind you. She fiddled with your neck. ‘I can’t find a flap’
‘Fuck!’ you swore. ‘I’ll find yours’ You turned around. It was easy enough to find the flap behind Ricky’s neck. You pulled it open. ‘Now pull it off your head’ you instructed him.
Marcia was watching with a disbelieving and still very angry look on her face. The apparent Ricky pulled the back of his head up and over his scalp. It peeled off like a rubber mask to reveal – “Ricky’s” fat face underneath.
Marcia said ‘Okay the fat guy was wearing a mask. That doesn’t prove anything’
‘But….. Look at his hair! See long brown hair just like my own. It’s just Christine’s DNA has changed. It will take her 6 hours to be fully herself once more’
Sure enough the apparent Ricky had Christine’s long brown hair, mind you it was a total mess and sweaty, as if he had been wearing a mask all day. At least Marcia was looking at him curiously. She knew enough about Matthew’s wacky experiments to understand the claims Christine was making were not beyond the realms of possibility.
‘Her features will slowly become Christine’s again but she will have to take the whole skinsuit off before the changes happen’
‘He is too big to be Christine and you are too short to be Matthew’ Marcia pointed out.
‘The DNA from the suit penetrates into your own cells. It changes cell structure. Your bones lengthen or shorten. Find the flap in the back of my head. I’ll pull the mask off and you will see I have short hair. Hair is dead so it’s not affected by the DNA in the suits’ You turned around and offered your back to Marcia.
She must have seen enough to have some doubts. You felt her fiddling with the nape of your neck. Eventually she said ‘No. You do not have a flap on you neck. Besides if you were wearing a mask you wouldn’t sound like Christine but you do’
‘I’m Matthew, your brother you have to believe me….’ You turned to Christine. ‘Get out of your suit completely. She will believe us when she sees your features start to change.
‘Um… I’ll just go to the bathroom’ the apparent Ricky said, clearly not wanting to undress in front of Marcia again.
‘No!’ said Marcia. ‘Either stay where I can see you or leave the house. Besides you already gave me a show and I was not impressed’
“Ricky” began to disrobe once more.