At the Festival Part II

Guest post by Nemo

(Click here to read Read Part I)

I sat and looked at the clock. It had been nearly 12 hours since I'd last seen my boyfriend Jon. We'd gotten seperated at out local gay pride festival the day before and Jon hadn't come home with me. Now I had no idea where he was and I was beginning to get worried.

The problem was I had no idea how I could go about finding Jon. I tried his cell, but that was still switched off. I couldn't try any of our friends because... well because Jon hadn't been himself yesterday. In fact he'd been a 30 year old muscle daddy called Dirk and it was all my idea.

Jon was only just 18, he'd graduated from high school and was deciding what to do with his life. He was an archetypal twink, slim, natually blonde, prone to giggling and with a deep interest in pop music. I loved him, but he wasn't exactly comfortable in his own skin. I think being the butt of the school jocks pranks was still too fresh in his mind and secretly he'd wanted to be big and muscular.

So when I found this funny little place in a side street that sold body-suits I'd immediately thought of Jon. I picked the suit out myself and was such a hurry to get it back to Jon, I didn't really stop to listen to what the shop-keeper was telling me.

Jon had loved the suit and had wasted no time getting into it. he loved the power of his new body and he came up with his new name 'Dirk' himself. We'd had a blast at the Festival, at least until Jon had one beer too many. He'd insisted I call him Dirk, wouldn't even listen if I called him Jon. I'd tried to keep track of him, but I lost him in a dance tent and eventually I'd headed home, hoping that he'd either be waiting there for me or he'd turn up soon.

That had been about 1am. Now it was gone noon and still no sign of him. I was really getting worried about him and soon I wouldn't be the only one. Jon's parents were laid back and cool about having a gay son with an older boyfriend, but even they would begin to freak out if I told them I'd lost him. And we were meant to be going over to see them today.

That was when I heard a key in the front door. Only one other person had a key to my apartment, Jon. It had to be him and I felt something between relief and anger. I jumped up and walked to the front door. As I got there Jon let himself in, only he didn't look like Jon, he was still wearing the Dirk suit. He'd at least managed to pull a T-shirt back on and from somewhere he'd found a huge duffle bag he was carrying it over one shoulder.

"Where..." I started to yell at him and stopped myself. I didn't want this to become a major row, I just needed to know what had happended. I tried again, "Are you ok? I was worried about you."

"I'm OK. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but I've had a crazy night and there's some stuff we need to talk about," said Jon, still sounding all gruff and, to be honest, sexy. "Can we go and sit down?"

I nodded and we walked back to the lounge room, Jon still carrying the duffle bag with him.

I was a little bit weirded out, I'd been expecting the usual hysterics from Jon, but he was acting....mature. As we sat down, Jon turned to me

"So where did you get my suit?" he asked.

"I.. I told you. It was some guy in a shop. Why? What does it matter where I got it?"

"Are you sure he didn't give you any advice or warning about using the suit?"

"He told me something, but I didn't really listen. I just wanted to get it back to you."

Jon sat and put his head in his hands and then ran them back over his scalp, rubbing his new buzzcut. He looked at me "So this is all your fault then."

"What. What's my fault." I began to get pissed "You were the one acting like a total fucking jerk last night 'Dirk'! And you were the one who stayed out all night, Jon."

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not Jon anymore. I'm Dirk and it's your fault."

"What the fuck are you talking about. You're wearing a halloween costume, that's all. In fact take it off, because I'm not going to talk to you until you have done."

"It won't make any difference," Jon shrugged, "But if it'll make you happy..."

He reached up and grabbed his buzzcut hard and pulled. As he pulled, his scalp began to lift away and Dirk's face distorted more and more as he pulled harder, until with an audible 'snap' the neck of his suit gave way at the seam and Jon pulled the mask completly off his head.

For a second I'd almost expected to see Dirk's face underneath the mask, but it was Jon's face looking back at me, the cute boyish features, the floppy blonde hair plastered against his face where he'd been wearing the mask. He was still Jon. And then I looked into his eyes. He didn't have Jon's normal expression. He looked more serious, more mature....older.

"You get it. Don't you?" said Jon "Sure without the suit I look like Jon, but I still think like Dirk, because inside, that's who I am now. This face," and he held up the mask he'd just taken off, "this is my real face now."

"But, but, but...how?" I asked

"The shop guy told you what would happen. I know he did, because I ran into him at the fair and he recognised the suit and told me everything you should have told me. These aren't just simple rubber suits, they're far, far more complex than that. The suits are made with nano-tech, that's how they look so life-like. And each suit is imprinted with a behaviour pattern and the longer you wear the suit, the more the nano-tech imprints on your own brain, until eventually, it's irreversible. And guess what, I passed the point of no return."

I sat there stunned, unable to believe what Jon was telling me. It wasn't possible, was it? Jon looked at me.

"Having trouble believing me?" he asked, "I thought you might, that's why I got the guy to make this for me."

He opened the duffle bag and threw out a body suit. I looked at it lying on the floor in a rubery heap. It seemed a strangely familiar body and then it clicked.

"That's you, Jon!"

"Yes," said Jon "The guy wanted a body to model the suit on and mine was closest to hand. Now, put it on."

"I don't really want to." I said, feeling oddly uneasy.

"Look, you got me into this mess and now you don't even believe me when I tell you what's happened. This is the only way you'll understand, so put it on."

I picked up the suit. I'd helped Jon put his original suit, so I knew what to do. I hesiatated and then Jon looked at me meaningfully and I sighed and stripped out of my clothes. Naked I put first one foot and then the other into the suit. I wriggled my own feet down inside the suit until they were sitting firmly in the feet of the suit. With them in place it was easy to draw first one of the suits legs and then the other up over mine. I watched my own hairy stocky legs dissapper under Jon's smooth slender ones until mine were completely gone and the suit was up to my crotch. My cock and balls slipped neatly into the set on the suit and I could feel the smooth skin of Jon's shaved ballsack under my fingers as my own. I got my arms into the suit and heaved upwards as the whole of the suit's torso swallowed my own.

The neck of the suit, no longer stretched wide, snapped into place around my own. I carefully smoothed my hands over the whole suit, making sure everything was in alignment, adjusted my armpits inside the suit and checked the suits butt-hole matched my own.

Jon walked over and stood next to me. He turned me around so we were both facing the wall mirror. We made a curious pair. A muscle bear with a twink's head and a twink with a college boy's head.

"Kind of freaky, isn't it?" asked Jon, voicing my own thoughts.

"Sure is. You know I don't feel any different yet." I said.

"Of course you don't. The suit's not complete yet."

He reached into the duffle bag and pulled out the mask that matched his own face. I'd known it was coming, but I still hesitated to reach out and take the mask of him. Although I didn't really believe the bullshit Jon had been talking since he'd come in, part of me was scared he was telling the truth and to be honest I didn't want to become a copy of Jon.

Jon looked at the expression on my face. "Having second thoughts? Don't worry you won't turn into me straight away. The process is reversible if you just wear the suit for a short time. So, are you going to put this on, or do you want me to do it?"

For some reason the thought of Jon pulling the mask over my head made me horny. I looked down to see a growing erection. "I guess I like the idea of you putting my mask on." I said.

Jon smiled and stretched the mask wide between his hands and stepped in close to me. He lifted his hands over my head and started to pull the mask down. I could feel the rubbery material of the mask sliding over my hair as he pulled it over the widest part of my head, the mask pulling tightly against my own skin. Jon continued to pull the mask down and as it passed over my eyes, I was temporarily blinded. I started to pull away, but Jon reached out and kissed me firmly on my lips as he continued to pull the mask further down. As the mask reached my mouth, Jon finally pulled away and tugged the last of the mask into place. As he pulled and pushed the mask into alignment, I could see again and I saw the huge smile on Jon's face. He finally finished playing with the mask and stepped back.

"Well baby?" he asked, "Ready to see the total package?"

Without giving me a chance to answer he swung me back around to face the mirror.

END OF PART 1