on my Rent A Thing profile I added a photo of me with my swimmer's build in a palm springs pool with my rose colored sunglasses holding a cocktail. My bio reads "Friendly guy that loves to travel. I've been getting jealous of all my besties getting invited to destination weddings without me. Hit me up if you like to party!" In the listing section I enter "Other, specify: Clothing for your wedding or wedding you're attending. Foreign weddings even better lol."
Rent-A-Thing — A wedding suit
The website may be fake, but what you put in your bio was not. You are jealous of your friends being invited to destination weddings while you aren't. Maybe that's why you poured your heart into the joke website yesterday evening... and then forgot.
Come Saturday, your mood is far better. You get out of bed somewhat refreshed, brush your teeth, do your laundry and go grocery shopping without thinking about that strange website for one second. In the afternoon, you put on some loud music and start up a new video game you bought. Maybe that's why you miss the silent chime and the message on your phone that reads "Contract accepted. Pickup at 4 PM."
It's already half past four when your doorbell rings. You stop your music and open the door, only to find a handsome guy in his mid-twenties standing in front of it.
"Sorry, sorry. The traffic was a nightmare," he says and shakes your hand, walking past you into your apartment. He glances at his watch and groans.
"Oh crap. Only two hours until the plane leaves. You can't believe how grateful I am, really."
"What?" you finally find your voice. "Who are you?"
"What do you mean, who am I? Oh God, don't tell me I'm at the wrong place. This is 6310 W. 15th St. Apartment 27B, isn't it? You are..."
He looks at his phone and reads your name.
You nod slowly.
"Yeah, but who are you?"
"Andrew. The guy from Rent-A-Thing? The contract? Wedding suit? Remember?"
Only now do you remember and check your phone. Yep, there it is. Contract accepted by "Andrew".
"Wait, I thought this website was a joke! I don't have a wedding suit!" you protest, and Andrew groans again.
"A joke? Oh, crap, just my luck." His thumb hovers over a big green 'claim' button on his phone, but he doesn't press it.
"Listen, no. The website is legit. You don't need a suit; you're becoming a suit. For me. I mean, that's what you signed up for. I guess I can call support to cancel the contract, but..."
He sighs.
"Listen, man, I'm about to marry my boyfriend tomorrow. And my plane leaves in a little under two hours. And the tailor 'forgot' about it, and I'm really, really in deep shit here. When I found your listing, I was so happy because, yeah well, try to find a suit for a Hawaiian wedding in this city on a Saturday afternoon. Please consider it, okay? It's just for the ceremony. I... I won't do any weird shit with you, I promise, and you're getting paid and..."
You raise your hand to interrupt.
"You're getting married in Hawaii?"
"At least that's the plan, yes."
You check the contract again. Two weeks. It's doable.
"Do you know if I, like... feel stuff? See anything?"
Andrew shrugs. "I've only been a renter, and only once. But I guess you do. It's a weird kink, but hey, I'm not judging."
You feel your dick twitch. A weird kink indeed, and not one you were aware you had. Your thumb flies over your phone, sending a few emails while Andrew is watching, only glancing at his watch occasionally.
"Okay, I'm in. But..."
A look of relief floods Andrew's face, which freezes when you add the "but".
"...but I want you to wear me a bit more than just for the ceremony, okay? And it's okay if you do some weird shit. Because fuck it, it's your wedding and honeymoon, man."
"You... are a lifesaver. Thank you, man!" Andrew beams. He presses the green button. "Okay, we don't have much time. I think you should, uh... better get undressed. It's faster when you change on my body, and I really, really have to go!"
Andrew doesn't look at you as he undresses unceremoniously and completely as well, stuffing his clothes into a duffel bag. You watch him, mesmerized, and feel weird. You don't know the man, but you take in every curve of his body with an unfamiliar longing. It's like you're jealous of his t-shirt covering his sculpted torso, because what is this thing thinking?
Mechanically, you strip out of your clothes as well and put your phone on the table. You won't need it for the next two weeks.
You spot a slight layer of sweat on the man's chest. With trembling hands, you step forward and wipe it off with your hand before tasting your finger. It tastes oddly familiar, like a job you know and like. Your cock is rock hard and touches Andrew's, which is only semi-hard.
"Come on, man. Change already. We really don't have time."
Andrew tries to sound friendly, but you can tell your owner is distressed. Your... owner? Yes, obviously.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Andrew pulling you into a hug. A very close, very intimate hug. Your naked chest touches his; your erection touches his semi. Your owner's grip is firm, and instead of just being pressed against him, you can feel your body changing by the contact. The changes are real! Your skin becomes lighter, more malleable, and feels like fabric. Your torso flows around his, paling to a pure white color. At your wrists, a few golden ornaments form, and your hands vanish, leaving behind only empty cuffs.
It feels strange when your upper body separates at the groin. You can still feel everything, even though the parts are no longer connected. Your cock and balls shrink into a pair of comfortable, yet snug, boxer briefs that settle on Andrew's crotch like a second skin. The rest of your legs grow white as well and turn into a pristine pair of dress pants.
Your toes fuse and darken as your feet split and morph into a pair of stylish yet expensive-looking shiny black shoes. No socks.
Your head is the last to change. It compresses and flows around your owner's neck, becoming a green-and-white flower ornament that complements the rest of your suit-body perfectly. You whisper a sincere "All the best for your wedding, man," before your voice disappears, not to return for two weeks.
There's nothing left of you. Where a few minutes ago stood a man jealous of not getting invited to destination weddings, now only stands a very well-dressed groom patting his pristine white wedding suit.
You can still sense. It feels like you're constantly hugging your owner, every part of him, all at once, and you eagerly soak up his smell and sweat. You can feel Andrew's semi-hard cock twitch inside you and his thigh muscles flex when he moves. His magnificent shoulders inside you work as he carefully closes your apartment door behind him and calls an Uber to the airport.
A little over twenty-four hours later, you witness a beautiful Hawaiian wedding at sunset, as your owner marries his husband. And you're in the very front row, feeling his heart beat against your fabric. These are going to be the best two weeks of your life.
A wedding suit? How cool is that! And it looks really good on Andrew, too! That is now gone from the list, but still feel free to participate! Here's the first part with the explanation.
