You wake up groggily. Light is shining through the blinds. It must be late afternoon, you think. Crap. I missed most of work then. You start to sit up, when the events of yesterday run through your head.
You don't even look down. You wiggle your fingers amidst the sheets and your heart sinks as you realize they're still Free's huge hands. You shut your eyes and bring your hand up to squeeze between your eyes. This means that I must've messed up the magic of the costume or something when I bit it, you think. You start to lower your hand as you open your eyes and freeze.
The gold tan of Free's skin had stopped at your wrist, where it contrasts to your pale, young skin. You specifically remember, because the line between skintones had zigzagged in the shape of the tear in the costume. Now that same gold tan skin has spread down your arms and over your torso. Panicking, you jump out of your bed and look in the mirror. The new skin has spread over your chest, stomach, back and stopped just short of your neck. Streaks of it have spread down your thighs, looking like a strange tattoo or skin condition.
Its not only your skin thats changed. Your chest is just a bit wider, your pectorals, much firmer. Your arms are thicker with a bit more muscle. Enough to see a few clear cuts. Your stomache has gained some faint ab cuts. You gasp and moan as you run your rough hands over your body. They're even beginning to seem less huge, and more fitting. At your thinning pubes, your penis has gotten thicker, and appears to even have gotten longer.
Shouting in frustration, you start pacing the room. Okay, I DEFINITELY fucked up the costume, you think angrily. How the hell am I supposed to return to normal now!? There isnt a costume anymore, its my skin!!
As you pace, you halfway notice your erect cock wagging in the air. Angry and quick to distract yourself, you begin jacking off. Before you know it, you've stopped and have gotten quite into it.
Heat races through your body as continue. It builds and builds until you come. As pleasure rips through your body, you're suddenly more aware of the heat. Tiredly, you look down at your feet and stop, shock taking over. Your new skintone is sliding down your legs, changing and aging your old one. The tone envelopes your feet, and they start to swell. They go up from a size 9 to a size 11. The toes are wider, and callouses have built on your sole. You grunt as you feel bones stretch throughout your body. You can see your chest and stomache building and growing. Muscle races down your legs, thickening your thighs, and building calves. As quick as it happens, it stops.
You sit in shock for a few seconds before moving. You touch your legs from top to bottom. No hallucination. This is really happening. You stand up and walk unsteadily to the bed. Everything seems to look different. I even got taller! you think, bewildered. This just seems impossible! How can this even be?! But, looking at the unfamiliar body in the mirror and feeling new, firm curves just confirms it more. Looking again, you see your hair has gotten shorter and your arms have gotten longer, and more lean.
You pace naked once again and try to think about what could've happened. You slowly piece together a theory that chills you.
"I'm changing everytime I have sex?!!" you cry out in a slightly deeper voice. In theory it seems perfect, yet flawed. Yesterday, you were attacked by a "living" costume that becomes your flesh and blood. You bit it apart only AFTER the costume had changed your hands. You had random, comfort-sex with Claire. The morning after, your body has changed to match the costume. Panicking and looking for distraction, you masturbate, causing further changes. It seems reasonable, but what should sex have to do with the costumes? Why would that make it spread?
Looking at your changed body, you realize what must be done. I can't live without sex, and this... has become my skin. I'm becoming Free, you think solemnly. The only things I can do is finish it... or go back to that accursed place...