Dalton pulled up to the fairgrounds in his old Chevy that his dad had owned when he was in high school. He shifted it into park and looked at the glowing lights ahead. The fair was all aglow with disco balls, strobe lights, and spotlights. Thongs of people were making their way through the front gate in droves. The lines looked astronomically long.
He got out of hid car and started walking toward the fate when he heard screaming. A woman was rushing around the groups of people, yelling, "Have you seen my husband? The last time I saw him was in there!" She pointed to the gates of the fair. Suddenly, two muscular security personell wearing baseball hats grabbed the howling woman and dragged her toward a dark building to the left of the park.
Shuddering, Dalton got to the front gates and stood in line for 75 minutes, taking about a step forward a minute, until he was finally at the front. A pretty looking college student asked him for his information.
He gave it.
"Sir, may you please stick out your arm?" She asked. She grabbed his arm and held it in her palm.
"What is this fo....OUCH!" Dalton cried as the woman took a needle and plunged it into this vein. Drawing a few drops of blood out, she quickly put a Band-Aid onto the puncture.
"What was THAT for?" Dalton cried, rubbing the Band-Aid. "It's for your identification, sir." The student said. So when you leave the park, whatever form your in, you'll change back to yourself. Now please step over to Mr. Morgan over here. He'll fit you up with your suit." Dalton looked over at another security personell.
Twenty minutes later, Dalton was fitted with a suit. It was like a morphsuit but with a hole for your face. It was midnight blue with a few whisps of white in it.
He made his way to the midway of the fair. He saw rides, he saw expos of the latest transformation technology, he saw games, food, performers, everything you could want in a fair, all transformation related.
After reading a map of the fair, Dalton decided to make his way too...