He told me of his friend a while ago, about his phantasies, probably never deem it possible for them to realy come true.
"I'd love to see u turn him into a suit"
Oh you will... I thought, cause little did he know...
He was in the city with his friend. In a moment of distraction he couldn't see him anymore. Maybe he stopped at a store? He went back to find him down an empty alley with an unnown guy. Peekinh around the corner he saw him lift his hand without his friend noticing, barely seeing some device in the strangers hand.
He brings it up to the neck of his fellow company. Momentarily his friend stopped talking, glancing straight ahead without any expression while that stranger grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into a door behind them.
Going there aswell, looking through the slightly open passage, he sees them in a messy storage-room. There they are, his friend staring blankly, getting... smaller? At first he wondered if that impression is wrong, but it got more and more obvious, seing his friend sinking down, his arms getting skinnier as so did his legs. No, not exaxtly skinnier, it seemed like they get... hollow! Like a thick-skinned balloon deflating up until the stranger grabbed his chin to hold him up.
It didn't take long until it seemed to be done. The guy put down the devise, starting to fiddle away the friends cloth, which fell down rather easily from his body, now better discribed as some flesh-coloured hull, maybe comparable to a diving-suit in terms of the way it behaved.
He puts him down, undressing himself before he reached for his own neck, to... open it, pulling down a kind of mask and stripping out of something that is a hull just like the one he turned the friend into, laying it down to take your friend, stepping in, pulling it up until his butcheeks stretch over the ones from the stranger, his arms slide in, the suit closing along the shoulders before he stretched the face of the friend over his own, finally closing the hull in the neck. This seemed to start a finishing assembly, his body clearly changing, or beeing changed, adapting until there is no more sign of what happened. Just the friend standing naked inside the room, reaching down for 'his' cloth, taking the other one and those cloth and putting them inside a duffle bag, leaving through a door on the other side not long before a message popped up.
"Where are you? Seems like I got a little lost"...
