Henry and Betty both stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither one of them particularly wanting to volunteer, Henry obviously being a little too weirded out by the fact that it was essentially his mother's naked body, and Betty similarly, a little uncomfortable at the thought of wearing someone else’s skin, even if it was just plastic.
However, as it was in the interest of science, Betty eventually let out a small sigh and put herself forward, aware that Henry certainly wasn't going to. "Oh alright, I guess I'll try it on then," she said, shaking her head at Henry, then looking back into the tub at the bizarre looking suit.
"Heh, cool, thanks Betty," Henry nervously chuckled, clearly relieved he didn't have to do it, adding, "Probably make more sense anyway, you being a girl and all..."
"And it being your mom?" Betty added with a smirk.
"Uh, yeah, and that too."
Her attention going back to the plastic skin now, she then carefully reached into the tub and gently lifted it with her fingertips, causing the flimsy headpiece to flop down over the rest of its body, covering most of Henry's mother's more private areas with its hair. Henry meanwhile, watched somewhat fascinated as Betty removed the entire suit from the bath, holding it at arm’s length, and turning round with it to face him, causing him to immediately blush a little again as he found himself staring face to cheek, with his mother's naked ass, jumping quickly out of the way as she made her way past.
"Have you got somewhere I can try this thing on then?" Betty then asked, feeling a little embarrassed, not particularly wanting to put it on there with him watching.
"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, sorry," Henry said, snapping out of his daze, pointing out into the hall and directing her to his bedroom, "You can change in my bedroom I guess," adding almost as an afterthought, "Just uh, just don't go downstairs, I don't want my actual mom to see you."
"Yeah, I would think that would probably take a lot of explaining," Betty chuckled back, finding the image quite amusing, as she carried the suit out across the hall and into his bedroom, softly whispering to herself as she went; "I don't know, the things I do for you, Henry Folker..."
Left alone in the bathroom now, Henry then went about cleaning any remaining evidence of their activities, as well as keeping an ear out for any signs of his parents moving about downstairs, figuring that they'd be leaving for work soon and hoping it would be sooner rather than later. He was actually really excited now and eager to see if the suit would actually work as a disguise, the skin having looked and felt so real when it was in the tub, and he could only imagine what it would be like when Betty actually put it on.
After about ten minutes of waiting, patiently tapping his fingers against the now immaculate bathtub, Henry eventually began to get a little anxious, and thinking to himself that perhaps Betty was having trouble getting the skin on; her body and his mother's body being quite a different size and shape after all (his mother being a good deal taller and curvier than she was), he then got up and made his way out into the hall, deciding to check if she was okay.
"Betty, you alright in there? Did it not fit?" he called out, knocking gently on the door and placing his ear right up against it to see if he could make out anything that was going on inside. Rather than getting a reply however, the door suddenly opened and Henry found himself, rather embarrassingly falling face first onto his bedroom floor, landing with a loud thud.
"Ouch, that wasn't supposed to happen," he groaned, his mouth half filled with carpet, gazing to the side to see a pair of bare feet standing next to him.
"Nice entrance," he heard Betty giggle from above, her voice sounding decidedly different and nothing at all like her own. Quickly looking up, Henry's jaw almost dropped off, as he saw his mother staring down at him, grinning away rather happily, dressed in the thick blue robe he usually kept hanging up on the back of his bedroom door.
"Holy moly!" he shouted, jumping up off the floor, completely amazed by the apparent transformation in his best friend; her face, her hair, her body, everything, seemingly identical to his mother's in every way, leaving no trace that Betty was in there at all (the skin suit not only fitting to her body, but seemingly augmenting it perfectly to its own shape).
"Pretty impressive, huh?" Betty smiled, her voice also a replica of his mom's, her face indicating that she was clearly just as amazed as he was.
"That's incredible!" Henry beamed, almost lost for words, as he stared at Betty, examining her from head to toe, even circling around her to see if he could spot any differences, finding that he couldn't. "You're an exact copy of her; I wouldn't even be able to tell the two of you apart!"
"I know, it's kind of weird, isn't it?" Betty agreed, looking down at her new, much more mature and slightly girlier hands, waggling them a little for her own enjoyment, before looking back up at Henry. "Everything seems to have changed, and not just on the outside either," she told him, leaning in close and pulling at her eyelids to show off her new peepers, "Check out my eyes, they're Hazel now, just like your mom's."
"How the hell...?" Henry began, somewhat puzzled, not even beginning to understand how a suit with no eyes could have changed Betty's, nevermind the other changes it had seemingly made; her extra height, weight, voice, teeth...it just didn't make sense!
"Yeah, I thought about that too," Betty began, sitting down on the bed and explaining her theory, "Its bio-plastic right? So it's not like regular plastic clearly, it's alive sort of, and it can grow. Well it seems to me at least, that because it needed human DNA to take form, that when you put it on it somehow alters the wearer's form, essentially changing them genetically from inside."
Henry was slightly speechless at this, having assumed they were simply making a slightly cooler, more advanced type of Halloween costume that could be used to make disguises, not tampering with people's DNA. "You mean...you mean you're stuck like that?" he nervously stuttered, terrified that his stupid curiosity had gone and gotten his best friend trapped inside his mother's form.
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