Prince Cinders (Patreon)

I had nick named him Prince Cinders for the night, because to me he was the male version of Cinderella. Cinderella was transformed into a beautiful princess for the night, in the stories of course. The truth is, that wasn’t really him it was a body suit I had bought for him. Of course he was based on what my ideal man would look like and what I thought he would want to look like. Truthfully, it was his mind I fell in love with and not his body. The mind that was so caring, loving and wild all at the same time. It was that wildness that had caused him to throw his shirt at a random man in the street. Let’s skip back a bit.

He wouldn’t go out with me because he said he hated the way he looked. More to the point he thought I was too good for him, I disagreed. My plan was to buy him a 24 hour body suit to surprise him on his birthday. I gave it to him at midnight and he wore it straight away. It made him much smaller than he really was and he loved his new look, he decided his body was amazing this way. I have to admit I was pleased with the results too. Skinny but with decimation, blonde hair, a gorgeous smile and everything else. His mind in that body suit made everything perfect. Except it was only a 24 hour body suit. At exactly 5 minutes past midnight he would need to be out of it.

We had left it to last minute and we’re on the last train home. When we got on, there was plenty of time, but now the train was delayed and we were stuck in an underground tunnel. I watched my watch tick over to 12:04 and I knew his fete was sealed. He was already beginning to stiffen up. He gave me one last smile and I kissed him as the my watched ticked to 12:05. Then he was stiff as a log. Unable to move as the suit had now expired. I knew he was stil, in there but basically he was now a cabbage, or a huge paper weight, maybe I’d have to use him as a clothes horse. I was so upset at the time.

Then the stranger who he threw his t shirt too came walking on down the train. He gave his t shirt back. Now wasn’t the time to put it back on him. For a start he was a heavy lump now and even his arms were too heavy for me. I asked a few lads to help me get him off the train. I claimed he was drunk and sleeping. I dragged his arse home and lay him on the couch. For the next day I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell his family or friends so I hid the fact he was now frozen inside a body suit. I replied to all their messages as if I was him.

The next day the company called him and asked how his suit was. I told them what had happened. They told me not to worry, but I should of read the instructions, well, we should of! They told me that when suits fear they are about to be stuck, they shed their clothes. As they can be released from the suits by putting on clothes they were wearing before they got stuck. Then the suit would disintegrate. This process only worked for a further 24 hours after the suit was first out on. It was now day 5 and that process wouldn’t work for him now.

There was still no need to worry, so the company said. he was still inside and wearing the shirt he had shed would reactivate him. The only issue with reactivating now was that the suit was now bonded to him. In effect the suit was now his skin. It wouldn’t disintegrate anymore. The company explained the potential issues over people recognising him and for ID purposes. You see each suit had it’s own dna and fingerprints. So in effect he was no longer him anymore. Family and friends would be easy to convince. We planned for him to disappear for a while anyway, we wanted to go travelling. We could go and come back with him as a changed man. We could slowly add more pics of him online for his friends and family to see, Now seemed like the perfect time, but we wouldn’t be able to go anywhere as new ID requires biometrics. His biometrics had never been born so there was no record of him. What about his job? No ID, no social security. Id need to look after him from now on. The company reminded me, it was my choice. Put the shirt on, reactivate him, but don’t leave it much longer, he will be starving after five days. Or don’t reactivate him, leave him as he is.

I wasted no time and put the t shirt on, he reactivated instantly and kissed me.

Thank fuck for that. I thought I was trapped in that suit forever, I’m starving. How long was I stuck?

Five days babe.

I’ve not eaten in five days, no wonder I’m hungry. I bet my socials are blowing up.

Kinda, I’ve still been posting on your behalf, no one’s missed you.

Wait, I’m still small, these aren’t my arms or hands, these belong to the suit.

Yeah, about that. Your still stuck and you will be stuck forever. The suit is you now.

Well, that’s pretty awesome.

Not exactly, you can’t travel or work we can’t get you any ID for your new body.

Look, we will sort it all out, I’m happy like this.

I suppose we will I guess. I’m happy if you are.