Jeff blushed slightly, thinking he knew exactly what kind of clothing he wanted to become. He typed in some details into the Chronivac, setting the timer so that he would remain clothing until tomorrow night, after his father had gone to sleep, then put a short delay on the change.
Quietly, he sneaked out into the hall, and over into his parent's room. It was currently deserted, as his parents would not be back until tomorrow morning. When his dad got back, he would find a nice present waiting for him.
Jeff quickly stripped off his clothing, folding them neatly into a pile, then sitting down naked on the end of his parent's bed.
He was still feeling anxious. What if this was just a joke? He would feel ridiculous sitting naked here for nothing. But then a jolt shuddered through him. Something felt like it was tingling all over his skin.
He looked down as his feet began to ache. He lifted his foot up, and watched with a grin as the sole began to darken, becoming a hard black tread. A cold hard feeling in his other foot showed that it had changed, too. He stroked the hard plastic, and was surprised to find that he could feel it as if it was his flesh.
A tickling sensation was running under the skin atop his foot. He put his feet down and watched as black laces pushed through his skin, knotting across into a neat bow. The skin of his feet began to turn black and shiny, his toes fusing and becoming round as his feet became black leather.
Jeff's cock was rock hard from the strange sensations, and he lifted his legs, shuddering as he felt a weight drop from him, and two 'clunks' hit the ground.
Shaking, he looked down to see two neat black leather shoes on the ground, and his legs ending in rounded stumps. He tried to reach down to pick up the shoes, but his hands were shaking, and he gasped as he saw his fingers flop weakly, his hands curling up and withdrawing into his wrists. He pulled his hands to his face and saw the skin become white, the color draining all down his arms as they turned into neatly pressed cotton, before falling limply to his sides.
He whimpered, still overcome with the pleasure of his sensations, and tried to move his sleeve-arms, but they would not respond. His legs quivered and began to feel weak, the skin turning black as a crease line formed along the front, the muscle deflating as his lower body turned into flat hollow trousers.
Jeff lay back, panting heavily as he felt his dick stretching and flattening, curling around his waist and changing into a shiny black as it became a leather belt that looped around him. His scrotum began to wither, turning hard and pulling up wards to become a shiny brass belt buckle.
Jeff found that any movement at all was beyond him now as his chest deflated, turning the same color as his arms, becoming a hollow white cotton shirt. His head began to retract into his shoulders, his mouth opening wide as the rest of his head flattened and disappeared. He felt his mouth becoming one with his chest, turning into the collar of the shirt.
Finally, his tongue began to feel dry, pushing out longer and flatter as it curled around over his chest. As it settled and became still, it thinned and turned black, becoming a neat tie.
The expensive set of tailored clothing lying on the bed shuddered once, as if in orgasm, then lay still.