Jeff finished choosing the options, and set his transformation to begin. Tomorrow, his uncle was taking his dad on a fishing trip, and he wasn't allowed to tag along. He had always secretly looked up to his uncle, and wanted to ensure he could go with them while being as close to the older man as possible.
The Chronivac whirred as it began. Jeff had chosen to become a pair of sturdy gumboots, and for reality to change so that he belonged to his uncle. He found the idea oddly arousing.
Soon, he felt a tingling crawl across his skin. He stripped off his clothes, sitting down naked on a chair to watch the change progress. His skin began to feel dry, and he stroked his arm to notice it was tough and rubbery. A cold breeze made him shiver, and he touched his scalp to notice all his hair had fallen loose from his skin. As he brushed the hair free from his bare flesh, he realized he was beginning to feel stiff and numb.
He looked down at his hands as his skin changed color, darkening to a deep greenish gray. He turned his hand backwards and forwards, watching as his nails faded into the rubbery flesh, his fingers closing together and fusing into a featureless lump.
He shuddered as his legs tingled, closing together as the flesh began to merge, while at the same time his arms pressed to his sides and sank into his torso. The bottom of his fused feet began to feel heavy and hard, and he looked down to see them swell into a tough rubbery sole. His legs bent, becoming lighter as they hollowed, and with a pulling sensation he felt his lower body detach from his waist, and stared in shock as it stood free from his torso.
His ass stretched, opening up and hollowing as it became the opening of a large green gumboot in front of him. He barely noticed that the bottom of his torso where the separation had happened was now a rubbery sole. He tried to move, but all control of his body had faded. His mouth began to open wide against his control, spreading to cover his face as his head shrank into his shoulders. Finally his body shifted into the shape of a matching gumboot, as the two halves of him shrank to normal size.
Jeff was in shock at the feeling of his transformation, and slowly began to take stock. He couldn't move, but he could feel and see and smell, and his body was now in two pieces, but he could feel them both equally. He was a pair of gumboots.
The room around him shifted, his bedroom fading like a mirage to be replaced by a cluttered and dusty guest room. Until the transformation finished, all anyone knew of him was that he was an inanimate object, his uncle's property.