Jeff's dad smiled, pleased at the perfect fit of the comfortable new clothing. Meanwhile, Jeff was overcome with bliss at the feeling of being worn for the first time by his role model.
"Damn, this is perfect. How did he afford something like this? I should go say thanks."
Jeff felt pressure on his feet as his father walked out into the hall and entered Jeff's room. Somehow he knew how to alter his hard soles to take the most pressure off his dad's feet, and make him comfortable. He wanted only to be the best clothing he could be.
"Where is that boy? I told him not to leave his computer on."
Jeff tried to focus, to pull himself together. His dad would see the Chronivac! He had to do something!
But he was just clothing. He could only move under his owner's power.
Jeff's dad was silent as he examined the program on the computer screen. Then a small smile spread across the old man's face.
"Well well well. I never knew you wanted to be so close to your old man, Jeff. Are you enjoying being worn by me?"
Jeff felt the question tingle through him, and somehow answered his master's query. His dad felt a psychic answer in the affirmative.
"Ha ha, well boy, you make a far better suit than you ever did a son. In fact, I rather think I should keep you this way."
Jeff was reeling with shock as he watched his father change the settings on the transformation. Duration: Permanent. Change Reality to Fit. Subject Aware of Transformation: No.
As he watched, his bedroom changed, the computer moving on to a large wooden table as the bed vanished, and the walls became stacked with bookshelves as the room turned into a formal study. He fought to keep his mind intact, but it was no use. His memories slipped away, everything he was, until he couldn't even remember his name. He never had a name; why would his master name clothing? He wanted to be good clothing for his master.
Jeff's dad smiled, stroking the cloth of his shirt gently as he left the room, chuckling as he thought of how useful his layabout son had turned out to be.