Grabbing it off the rack, he examines it. What looks like a small cardboard box helmet, plain shirt with a some "Metal Plating" drawn on
it, and some pants, same drawing as shirt. Sighing, having no luck finding anything better, he decides he' wear it. Looking around, he
fails to find a changing room of any sort. Since no one else is in there, he decides to change, right then and there. Stripping down to his
underwear, he pulls up the pants, slip on the shirt, and pulls on the "Helmet". The costume looks terrible, he comments, and would look
for another one, but really, he can't spend the whole party picking a costume. Walking towards the door, he suddenly feels a minor
headache. As he reaches for the doorknob, it intensifies, forcing him to grab his head in pain. Suddenly, his entire body begins aching
and churning, and he falls over, in complete pain. He hears the whirring of drills as he begins screaming, the helmet muffling the
screams. Within moments, the feeling washes over him, and he feels completely and utterly relaxed. The moment doesn't last, though,
as the metal plates all begin latching onto his skin, and removing the skin itself. Mere moments later, as the plates have replaced your
skin, the helmet begins whirring, loudly. Suddenly, it begins shaking at an incredible rate, and, the sound of a large drill rings through
his eardrums. As it comes down onto his head, it begins replacing his brain, and everythig else in his head with metal and various
components. Screaming and crying, pounding his head all around, he finally passes out.
Awaking, he finds himself in a bathtub, with a drunk guy, passed out. Lookimg down at himself, he is shocked at what he sees. His body
has all of the dips and curves of a pornstar! He's completely naked, and, still examing himself, realizes that his body is exactly that of a
woman, right down to the genitelia. Thinking back, he remembers in stunning clarity what had just happened. Looking himself over,
certain he should a robot, or atleast not this, he wonders why he's like this. Suddenly, a voice aooears in his head, stating that the
robotic form by default takes the form of the last living being he imagined. Not the most watertight system, he says to no-one in
particular. He commands to become the form of the robot, without any changes. Suddenly, his skin folds back into thousands of tiny
panels, all ready to take the form of other things. He looks at himself in the mirror, and sees that he looks exactly like the costume.
Deciding to try it out, he switches back to the form of the woman, but with clothes on. He felt slightly troubled by the fact that the man in
the tub had played with his body, but he passed it off, and, opening the door, wonders what to do.