The costume which has squirmed over your chest and legs, forcefully walking you to the first dressing stall in the hellish costume shop.
Your new hands plop the mask on the bench and stand you in front of the mirror. You watch the feet descend from the squiggling mass on your chest. They both open hidden seams through the middle of each leg, and encase both of your own legs.
You start to pant as heat races up your legs. You watch the bunched up rubber legs start to tighten and slowly stretch upwards. Your own clothes are absorbed as your bones and muscles stretch and expand to match Free's. The rubber fades, and you're looking at two long, bare, muscular legs, and large, wide feet that are now yours.
The forearms that had been manipulating your too-big hands like puppet strings finally pull out of the rubbery bundle and wrap around their designated areas. They tighten and start to pulse with muscle. Veins stick out and your forearms inflate to match it. The biceps and shoulders wrap around and start to swell with heat and muscle.
The torso and back of the costume pop outwards like an umbrella, before settling over you gently. The gentleness drops as it suddenly squeezes and squirms painfully. You start to gasp and pant, struggling for air. Just as you think you might be granted a mercy, suffocated by the costume by accident, your ribs shift and stretch outwards while your spine grows. Your chest starts to puff outward, firming and hardening into two wide, sweaty pecs. Likewise, your stomach aches as the throbbing rubber shapes itself into a thick six-pack.
Finally, your hands lift up the mask and hold it above your head. You look at your face in a mixture of sorrow, fear, and disbelief. The mask seems to soften in your hands, and a seam appears along the mouth. With a strange appearance, the upper half rises off and back, leaving the chin and neck, which split in half up the middle. The neck closes around your own and starts tightening. It forces your own neck to stretch up and thicken until a large adam's apple pokes out. The chin holds your own jaw in place as you bear the heat. You feel a strange warping sensation in your mouth as your jaw changes. Your teeth are suddenly bigger and more plentiful, even your tongue feels bigger. That's when the upper half slides over your head and starts to tighten.
You blow your breath out hard to take in more air as the intense heat overtakes you. Your bodily control is suddenly returned. You stumble around as you try to adjust to your longer, thicker limbs. You fumble your huge hands around the mask, but its almost skintight now. You feel it pulling and pushing your face to conform to its own. You grip the short hair at the top and pull. Pain flies through the rubber and flesh scalp, and you shout in a deep, rumbling voice. The heat stills and you feel cool air all throughout your body. You look at your new face in the mirror and recognize Free's rugged face. Your right eye is a demoneye, but you still see perfectly fine. Actually, better.
You shiver suddenly. Well, its no wonder, you're butt-naked! I should find clothes, you think. What am I doing wandering around naked?
Wait! Something's making me think different! You shake your head furiously. Its making me think that I've always been this way, and I haven't! You grip your head and struggle against this personality that is trying to rub yours into its own. With a deep sigh, you let go of your head. You've still managed to keep yourself, but it was a battle.
But now you're stuck like this! How do I make it home? Should I pretend when I talk to the owner? If he could make these costumes, there's no telling what he could do if I stay here! Your mind racing with various plans, you unlock the door and walk back into the main store.....