Questioning

by Carlos Palanca

Justin is having his own workout session in his personal Multiple dumbbells were stacked at the side of the room. A treadmill can be found across the weights. A bench was located across the door while a large mirror was beside it. Workout music was playing loud. The floor had marks that indicate that beads of sweat dripped on it.

Justin was in that room for a couple of hours now. He took his phone near the speakers and noticed that it was already 7 o’clock in the evening. He couldn’t tell if the sun was still up since there were no windows in his gym. He wiped his face and some parts of his body with a towel and rested a bit. He left his little gym right after he took a selfie and uploaded it to his Instagram.

He went to the kitchen and drank a tall glass of cold water. Then, he took a look around and admired his his new penthouse which was a gift from his dad who happens to be the richest man in town. He stayed there for a while and checked his social media accounts. Suddenly, his doorbell rang. He walked towards the door but didn’t open it immediately. Beside the door was a small screen that shows the live video of the other side of the door. He was surprised to see that there was a cop! He pushed on the icon on the screen that says “Talk” without releasing his index finger. Through the microphone located below the screen (which is also beside the speaker), he said, “Good Evening Officer! How can I help you?”

“Good evening to you, too! Is Mr. Hues there?” said the officer.

“This is he.” Replied Justin.

“Mr. Hues, we received an anonymous tip that you were harboring packets of cocaine and I have a search warrant to search your residence.” Explained the officer as he showed the signed warrant.
“Cocaine?!” exclaimed Justin. “S***! Where the f*** did you get that?”

“Just like I said Mr. Hues, it came from an anonymous tip.”

Justin was worried and in shock. Why would anyone say something like that especially to the cops? He even wondered who would tell the police that he had drugs in his home (if he had any). “Why me?” he asked himself. He never came close to using or even see ounces of cocaine.

“Mr. Hues? Are still there?”

“Yeah. I’m still here.”

“Would you mind opening the door? It will be really bad for everyone, especially you, if you resist letting us in. Plus, we wouldn’t want to disturb the neighbors.”

Justin was smart and he knew that it wouldn’t be wise if he would not allow to the police to search his house because it could lead him to jail. “Okay, officer but I would like to see your badge first.” The officer reached for his pocket and took out his badge. He instantly showed it to Justin. Once it was shown, Justin opened the door and told the officer, “Okay. Come in, officer.”

The police officer went inside. He reached for his mobile radio near his left shoulder and held it with his right hand. “Hope you don’t mind if we wait? I have to call in my team from down stairs to investigate.”

“Not at all, officer.” Assured Justin.

The cop closed the door behind him. “The guys will radio in on me once they’re at your door.” He said with an assuring smile. “While we wait for them to arrive, let’s have a little chat in your living room. I have more questions to asks.”

Justin, followed by the cop behind him walked across the hallway and headed for Justin’s living room. Justin wondered what kind of questions the cop might ask him so he had the guts to ask him, “What kind of questions of----”

Justin’s question was immediately cut short as the police officer grabbed him from behind. He used his left arm to put Justin in a choking hold. They both struggled as one was trying to subdue his victim while the other is trying to get himself free. Justin, who was stronger and bigger than the cop, almost broke free but he suddenly felt weak as he felt a painful prick on his neck. It turns out, the officer injected him with a syringe filled with a neon purple colored liquid inside it.

The cop slowly lowered his weak victim to the floor. Justin could barely speak. He felt his chest becoming heavier by the second. He was getting light-headed. He could no longer move his entire body. The only thing that he could move were his eyes. In front of him was the officer who was unbuttoning his uniform. He had a wide and evil grin on his face. Then, he said to Justin, “Don’t worry, Justin. Everything that you are feeling right now will be over soon. Once the transformation is complete and I put on your skin, everything will be fine.” With those words, Justin gasped his last breath.

The officer grabbed Justin by his feet and dragged him towards Justin’s bedroom. The cop continued removing his clothes in front a mirror. Then, he stepped on Justin’s chest and it collapsed under the pressure. “He’s ready.” said the cop in a low tone. He removed Justin’s clothes from the now Justin-suit. Next, he held the fleshy bodysuit and raised it to make it look like it’s standing up. He checked it for any imperfections that the transformation may have caused. There were none.

The cop dropped the suit to the floor and sat on the bed. He grabbed Justin’s mouth and stretched it wide. Then, he started pushing his feet, one-by-one, into Justin's mouth. Inch by inch, he pulled the suit up his body. His limbs and muscles fused with the suit’s as they found their way inside. He stretched the opening even wider to make way for his arms. Starting with his right arm, he slid his arms inside Justin’s throat. He stood up and wobbled on his feet as he was getting used to his new height. He looked on the mirror and saw Justin’s sculpted body with his head on top. He flexed his borrowed arms and admired how well they performed under his command. He took a deep breath and braced himself for what was about to happen. He reached for Justin’s head. Like a hood, he pulled Justin's face over his own, finally completing the transformation.

The “new Justin” opened his eyes and saw his new reflection in the mirror. He flashed a wicked smile. He started touching his body, feeling every nook and cranny. He did several poses until a large amount of pain surged through his head, making him put his hands on top of his head and drop on his knees. The pain slowly diminished until it was gone. He stood up, shook his head, and groaned. All of the original Justin’s memories, thoughts and deepest desires were now available for his use. He was still panting. Then, he looked at his reflection again and grinned. Using Justin’s voice, he said, “You’re one lucky bastard, Justin!”. He laughed. He picked up the underwear and the lycra pants that Justin was wearing and put them on.

Then, he reached for his phone and dialed a number. The other line picked up. “It’s done!” said Justin.

“Good!” said the man in the other line. “Your initial payment has been deposited to your account. Consider that Justin-suit as a bonus!”

“Nice!”

“Now that phase 1 is complete, it’s time for phase 2. Do you remember what to do?”

“Yes. Set up a private meeting with his dad; turn him into a suit, and; hand the suit to you so you can have his company.”

“Good."