Josh sits up a little straighter in his seat on the sofa as the beam hits him. He is suddenly very uncomfortable and his skin feels like its crawling with ants or thousands of tiny needles.
He scratches his arm casually as he tries to carry on the conversation around him but cant.
The party goers dont seem to notice what is happening to Josh, its strange, as if reality itself was warped and not just the matter making up Josh.
His arms turn red, then his face, slowly at first but darkening. His skin is cherry red and Josh is looking at his arms and hands with eyes wide and breath coming quicker.
His hands look as if he is wearing gloves, his arms are sleeved in smooth shiny fabric and beneath his shirt collar his red flesh begins to change. His hair vanishes, fading out from view as if it was wiped clean by an unseen hand.
Gasping Josh stands and pulls his shirt slipping it over his head and tossing it in a pile. He is covered with new clothing under it, his very skin having changed to smooth red material like spandex, only shinier, denser. It clings to his muscles making them look accented beneath its red contours, and it doesnt just cover his chest and arms and head.
Pulling his jeans to the floor, underwear and all Josh look down at himself. He gaps in horror but those around him pay him no mind. Some look at him and then look away as if what is occuring is every day stuff, nothing of note.
Josh's legs are covered in red, his crotch too, but unlike every other part of his body which is simply covered his balls and dick are not there, they are a bulge beneath the fabric. Josh thinks perhaps he is dressed, that this outfit has appeared on him. He reaches down and puts a hand to his genitals, discovering that they are indeed just a bulge, there is nothing behind the curve of the fabric between his legs, just as there is suddenly nothing in his shoes. He staggers.
His vision blurs and he feels weak. He looks again at his hands and sees them slowly flattening out, becoming empty gloves attached to empty sleeves.
An emblem appears on his chest as he feels his mass depart and he sits on the sofa with a thud, his legs slowly vanishing as he flattens and leaves nothing under him but the costume that was his skin.
Doug is intrigued and looks at his device. This wasnt what he wanted. He wanted a costumed superhero. Reading the device he notices his mistake. He had typed in "costumed hero costume". Oops. Sometimes people repeat words and never notice. Tonight it was pretty serious though.
Josh had lost the ability to speak or gasp as his chest became flat, his head vanishing from inside the costume he had become. He lay upon the sofa like a suit of clothes lain out for somebody else to wear, a bright emblem on his chest proclaiming the power of the superhero that would wear him.
It began and finished in just a minute or two. Josh was now a suit of clothing, shiny and stretchy, smooth, thick enough to protect but thin enough to reveal. Perfect for a hero out of a movie, or a comic book. He waited for somebody to wear him, thats all clothing really wants.
"Hey where is Josh?" one of the guests asks. "He was here a second ago." comes the reply.
"Wow... who brought the sexy costume?" queries another guest.