I couldn't believe what I had done as I unlocked the door to the house and carried the Patrick-suit into the house. I needed to find somewhere quiet to think about what had happened so I took the limp skin up to my bedroom - lucky there was no one else in the house.
I unrolled the skin on the bed and stripped the Patrick-suit of it's clothes. Patrick was a real stud, even thought there was no substance to his body his pecs and abs clearly showed the muscle below.
Suddenly the door bell rang, and I went down stairs to see who it was. Opening the door revealed two cops - I almost shit myself!
"We are looking for a guy called Patrick we believe he was involved in an accident and your car was seen in the area" said one of the cops.
"Yeah he's upstairs asleep" I blurted out, regretting it almost instantly. "Sir, we need to verify he is OK - can you ask him to come down and talk with us". "Yeah, sure" I replied with a stammer and went upstairs.
There was only one thing I could do. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and found the near invisible zipper buried in the Patrick-suit thick mop of hair at the base of his skull, with one swift movement I pulled the zipped down to the base of his spine.
Without another thought I started to climb into Patrick - I knew time was short. I stepped into his legs, pulling the suit up to my waist, I slipped my dick into his 9" sheath. I pulled the suit up further and my arse slipped into his and my balls slipped into place.
I pushed my right hand into the sleeve of the suit pushing my hand into his, pulling the sleeve into place I watched in amazement as Patrick's muscular arm performed as my own. Now using Patrick's own hand I guided my left hand into place - as I pulled the arms and shoulders into place Patrick's abs and muscular chest pulled into place.
I grabbed Patrick's face pushing the thick dirty blond hair away from the opening in the back of his head. I took a deep breath an pulled Patrick's head over my own. It went dark for a second while I pushed and pulled his features over my own and the I could see again. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and stopped as Patrick stared back at me with his baby blue eyes. I needed to get a move on - I grabbed the zipped and pulled it up making sure it closed properly at the base of my skull - I roughed up "my" hair concealing the zipper completely.
I was a little chubbier than Patrick's tight muscular build but as I rubbed Patrick's new little pot belly, somehow it simply dissolved and Patrick's physique was restored.
Without a further thought I pulled on Patrick's clothes, and walked downstairs.
"Good evening..." I paused, this was Patrick's voice! - I continued "... can I help you?"
"Can we see some ID please sir" asked one of the cops. I felt in my pants pocket and pulled out a wallet, inside was Patrick's ID - I handed it over.
The cops checked the ID and comparing the photo with my new likeness. "OK thank you sir, sorry to bother you" the cop handed back the ID and left. I sighed and closed the door.