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Doren is a sweet guy.

I would occasionally see him wave at me when I return home from work. He treated everyone who was around him with the utmost respect. Upon hearing about my friend Eret's bicycle being broken, he bought him a new one. When the mail carrier came around his home, it wasn't uncommon for him to give them a bottle of iced lactose-free water. Doren is an extroverted man who 8sn't afraid to go outside and take care of his lawn.

For someone like him, there's one aspect that makes him distinct from other people: we never saw any part of his face.

In every instance of him being outside his home, he always wears the same strange full body suit. The suit is mostly made of cyan cotton, similar to typical underwear, with a grey pattern on his chest, the bottom half of his face, and his abdomen, thickly outlined in white. His crotch and bum both have black markings that appear as a pair of briefs, though the lack of any actual seams seems to imply that they are just an inseparable part of the suit. Both his hands and his feet are grey, though the areas above them are still cyan. Unlike his hands, his feet do not share the same dexterity, instead having a socklike appearance.

Whenever people would ask about the reason for his attire, he would answer with something like 'Same reason you're wearing that.'. Whenever random guys on the street laughed at his appearance, he laughed with them. He never seemed to mind when people stared at him for seconds, whether in awe, in confusion, or both. Doren was pretty passive about his mysterious appearance and about his own identity.

The mystique behind Doren is something I tend to think about at night. How much about him do I really know? Who is Doren? Who was Doren? Why does he really wear his suit all the time? Little did I know, I was going to find the answer to that last question soon enough.

Recently, something went down. Not even I knew what was going on, but now my parents were forcing me to vacate their property. With no job, I had to move and bring all of my stuff over to the nicest man I knew. As soon as I walked out the front door, I texted Doren that I was getting kicked out of my own home.

Surprisingly, he texted back. 'Oh, that's terrible. If you are ready, meet me at my place and I will welcome you to your new home. :)'

This is it. I will finally get to meet Doren face-to-face.

I pushed the button on the gate. It unlocked, opening with the wind. I walked to the front door with a lively cadence, despite the huge box I was carrying. As I pushed the button near the front door, Doren opened the door. I walked through with a grin on my face.

'Welcome to your new home. What is your name?' asked Doren.

'You don't know my name?' I responded.

'Even if I did, I would rather ask what name you yourself would want me to use.'

Hm... I guess he's giving me a chance to reinvent myself. 'My name is $PLAYER, but you can call me either Dollar or Play for short.'

'Ah, my name is Doren. Welcome, $, to your new home.'

Doren and I walked through the hallway to a large room with 3 cushioned chairs, all on a mat. They.were facing a computer tower on a small desk, hooked up to an old-fashioned monitor. Doren sat on the couch, watching a playlist of videos on his computer. The monitor was surprisingly big, not quite the size of the typical modern TV, but large enough to see from a couch. With Doren enjoying goat videos on the internet, I felt like getting something to eat.

The kitchen was mostly empty. The sink had nothing in it, but then again, there were no plates to put into the sink. I opened the cabinets on top, only to find cups and liquid containers. I opened the fridge, only to find quite a bit of containers, all full of water, with nothing else around. Where is Doren's source of vitamins and minerals? He's not living off of just water, is he?

The bathroom was similarly bare. There was no toilet paper, no shampoo, no toothbrushes or toothpaste, no dental floss, and the only soap was hand soap. Strangely, there was detergent on a shelf near the bathtub, along with a bottle of fabric softener. Wouldn't it be more convenient to put them near the washing machine rather than in a different room?

Now it was time to take my stuff to my room. Upstairs, there were only 2 rooms: the 2nd bathroom, and the only bedroom in the house. It seemed there wasn't any room for me, as I'm not about to sleep on the couch and suffer a headache because the couch's arm rest wasn't soft enough. I didn't feel comfortable opening Doren's door myself, so I had to consult him.

I walked downstairs to the living room only to see Doren rubbing his crotch against his couch in a speedy manner while facing the monitor. He seemed to be watching a video of a cotton plant's nectar being collected by a bee. I wasn't sure what to do. Do I interrupt his moment, or do I wait for him to finish? It's already dark outside, and I needed to know where to sleep, but I didn't want to be rude.

'Hey, Doren. It's getting dark outside. Where should I sleep?'

Doren jumped. Even though he doesn't have a face, I could tell he was embarrassed.

'I don't mind if you share a room with me.' admitted Doren.

That was anti-climactic. 'Thanks.' I replied.

I opened the upstairs bedroom door to see a slightly large room. When I opened the closet, I saw an arrangement of shirts and pants, despite the fact that Doren never wore any of them. There was only a single bed. It was either this, the floor, or the couch, and I really didn't like the latter 2, so I guess I'll use Doren's bed, even if that means I'll see him naked. Though if that were to happen, at least I would be able to see his face.

I unpacked the clothes in my bag and hung them up. I opened up the dresser only to find plenty of pairs of underwear, none of which looked like the one on Doren's suit. Not wanting to get my loose underwear mixed up with Doren's tight underwear, I instead used a different drawer. I put my deodourant and cologne on the top of the dresser, which was surprisingly bare with the exception of the alarm clock. I plugged my phone into the wall outlet, and then I was done. I stripped down to my birthday suit and dropped on Doren's bed.

...

I heard a sound and woke up. Doren opened the bedroom door, and was walking over to his bed. He fell onto the bed, not even bothering to take any part of his suit off. Who wears the same clothes in bed as they do outside? He landed pretty close to me, and from the sound of that drop, I was glad he wasn't on me.

......

11:46 was visible on the clock. Doren wasn't at all. Neither bathroom was currently being occupied, and the living room and kitchen were empty. I wasn't able to see him through the back door, either.

The knob turned, and in came the suited man, with plenty bags of groceries. As I was taking out the pancakes and chicken, Doren was placing the emptied bags in a small cabinet near the fridge.

'It's been a long time since I last did this.' recalled Doren.

'You mean packing the bags into the cabinet?'

'I meant buying groceries in general. I knew you'd be hungry, after all.'

'Well, where else in a society do you get food?'

Doren stared at me for a bit before continuing to put the French toast into the freezer. Is there some reason he didn't want to answer the question?

'Hm... I'm thirsty...' Doren thought out loud, before walking away from the kitchen into the back door.

I looked out the back door. The fences were as tall as a typical person. There was an area in the middle of the backyard covered in curtains hanging from a steel rail connected to the ground. A minute later, Doren opened the curtain, stepping out of the bathtub. He was still wearing his suit, only it was now wet. Who showers with their clothes on? He then laid down on the ground and started rolling in it, as if he was trying to cover himself in soil. After a while, he went back to the bathtub and took a bath again. I didn't want to know what was going on anymore.

I filled a cup with water from the refrigerator, preparing for Doren to come back to the kitchen. Doren turned the back door and went inside, except he didn't go to the kitchen at all. Instead, he went straight to the living room. I slowly approached him with a water cup, and he barely noticed me.

'I heard you were thirsty.'

'Huh? Oh.' He laughed. 'I just drank water,' he clarified, 'thanks for the concern.'

'You drank bathwater?' I asked.

'That's correct.' he answered.

I wasn't sure on whether or not to ask why he drank bathwater, so I didn't.

Doren was still wet, but the water seems to have tightened his suit more. It was enough for me to be able to see his abs weren't really well defined. Doren didn't have a lot of muscle, and he was a bit on the skinny side. Strangely, while his thighs showed the little muscle he had, and clearly shows the area of his crotch completely separate from his thighs, I could not see a bulge of any kind where his dick would be. This caught my attention, for some reason that I can't explain. Doren faced me for a bit, but faced back at his monitor, not objecting to my observing his body through his suit. I was about to put my hand on his shoulder, but I needed to know what he thought first.

'Can I... y'know?'

'You can touch me anywhere you'd like.'

I felt my hand over his chest. The cotton texture was really nice. My hand went down to his belly before I had to ask again.

'Even below here?'

'Yes, absolutely anywhere.'

I felt his bum. The cheeks were well defined. They were round and slightly large. Yet again, the area between his cheeks was not we defined. I could not feel an anus anywhere under the suit. In fact, the cheeks weren't really as separate as usual. But, despite that, or perhaps because of it, I couldn't look away. I felt around his crotch, the cotton feel never ceasing. I could not feel a dick, or balls, and I couldn't feel a pussy either. All I felt was a blank, featureless crotch. This revelation was pretty weird. If he has no genitals, what was he rubbing quite suggestively before? How does he even piss?

'You know, it just makes me want to see what's under there.' I said.

'Under where?' he asked.

'Under your suit. It would be nice to see your true self, when you're ready~.'

'But this is my true self.'

As he was talking, I slid my finger over his underwear-clad crotch.

'But okay, then. I guess we'll take it to the bedroom.' he complied.

Woah, this was easy. Really easy.

We walked upstairs to his room, gently laying down on the bed.

'So, does your suit stay on?' I asked.

'As long as I live, yes.' He responded.

'Wish I had a cool underwear suit like yours.'

'Well, actually, I have some spares you can use.'

He got up and opened the drawer containing his underwear.

'I used to wear regular clothes, but I was sick of having to set up multiple clothes combinations, and I was sick of having to get them on and off...'

--

D rose from his bed. He arranged 7 LEDs on a large circle drawn with chalk. D drew a heptagram on it yesterday, also placing all of his underwear on it. 5 A.M. The time is right.

D turned all of the LEDs on, and now there was only one thing left. D got his phone and turned it on in front of his face. The light from his phone was too much for his tear ducts, as some drops of the fluid covering his eye started to fall. D then dropped down on the circle to allow his tears to do the same. The tears hit.

At this point, D felt stupid. No matter what he did, he could not fully distance himself from his past self. He changed his name, his place, and his practises, but as long as he remained in his own body, he will always be the same guy. D didn't like to think about his past self. He had tried so hard to forget his old name and his troubling past so that he could start anew. But unfortunately, there will always be at least 1 person who will see his face and recognise him as his old self. Nothing will change that. Not even--

The window was being knocked. Not the kind of knock that results from something accidentally hitting the window, but the kind of knock a person would do behind a door.

D rushed to the window and opened it. A winged grey furry humanoid goat came in. For such a strange creature, he was able to speak fluent English.

'Greetings mister. My name is Kye. Is there anything I can do for you?'

'Hi. I'm D. I want to lead a new life, but I don't want my face to be recognised. My old life has taken a turn for the worse, and I need something to help me cope with it.'

'Hmm,' Kye pondered, 'I happen to have a partner who talked to someone with a similar problem. May I suggest becoming an underwear critter?'

'Huh?'

'Your face will completely disappear, but you won't need to eat anyway since you'll feed on sunlight. You will be able to speak just fine, and breathe through your new cotton underwear skin, too.'

'I will?'

'Yeah, and you won't ever have to worry about putting on clothes or using the bathroom ever again. There is a caveat, though.'

'Hm?'

'You will still need to pour water on yourself. Think of it as watering a plant, except that you're the cotton plant. It's what you're made of, after all. And since you still need minerals, you have to lay on the ground for at least 15 minutes. Also, while you will still have sexual arousal from your crotch, nothing will come out when you cum.'

'...I think it's worth it.'

Kye put his hands on the pile of underwear on the drawn circle He held it there for a minute.

'Once you're ready, put one of these on. Though be aware that once they are on, they will never come off. The only way to change your look will be by putting another one on.'

'Great. Thank you.'

'You're welcome. Also, do you still want to call yourself D?'

D thought long and hard. What should his new name be?

'I am Doren now.'

'Awesome. Farewell Doren.'

'Bye.'

Kye flew out the window to the night sky. The sight of a single humanoid flying felt dreamy, like a man being liberated of his past life.

Doren stared at his now powered undies, with the last smile that will ever be visible on his face.

--

None of what Doren said made any sense. Then again, it doesn't hurt to try new experiences. It's certainly better than being spotted out in the open by a member of my family.

I wanted a new family. One that likes me for who I am. One who isn't out to get me in more trouble again. One that doesn't pressurise fitting into human society.

I opened Doren's drawer and put on a red-orange pair of underwear. It was unbelievably tight, my bum cheeks and penis sticking out. The orange seams of the underwear spreading out, coating the thighs and torso. The cotton became red as it approached the calves, before becoming black right on the feet. I could feel the new skin on my toes loosening up, the webbing between each for growing bigger and bigger until the toes were no longer separate.

While this was happening, I was as hard as a rock. My penis formed a bulge in my permanently attached underwear, while my anus was fusing shut, becoming nothing but smooth cotton with no holes anywhere. This was it. I had to cum before the conversion was complete.

I rubbed my crotch on the bed, getting my urethra prepared for a new job. The orange cotton was about to coat my chest. I was too busy rubbing to notice that my penis was slowly shrinking, though I was no less aroused. The red cotton was progressing past my shoulders. I was ready to orgasm any minute now. My hands were now made of cotton. I rubbed my hands over my crotch, not noticing it was now completely smooth. My mouth was fusing shut, thanks to the red cotton becoming the bottom half of my head. The top half became orange cotton, my eyes and nose disappearing, but their respective senses still unaffected. My nose and mouth then pushed out forward, forming a red featureless muzzle on my face. I was still focused on getting my orgasm through. I might no longer have a genital to cum with, but all the same sex drive was still around my whole crotch.

I turned to face Doren. He was looking at the ceiling, fingering over his own crotch.

'I want it to come...' I struggled to say in front of all the rubbing.

Doren faced me and then responded by rubbing his crotch on mine. The sensation was insane for both of us, and I felt closer to the edge. As I grabbed his arse, he grabbed mine, and we held on tight as we rubbed faster and faster. He started to rub his blank face on mine, and we felt more connected than ever before.

It was here. I felt all of my new love for Doren ejaculate out of my crotch. Except, nothing really came out. Even though I no longer have a genital, I still had the same feeling of orgasm as I would have before, and I could tell from Doren's body language that he was sharing that feeling as well.

Despite the intense sexual intercourse, nothing was dirtied. We were still clean, and the bed was still clean.

I walked to the bathroom to check my new look. I couldn't believe it. My crotch was completely dry. My face was completely gone, just like my dick, and the pattern was just like on the underwear I put on.

'You are amazing.' Doren whispered behind where my ears would have been. I hugged him.

'Welcome to your new home, $PLAYER.' He said.

If I had eyes, I would cry tears of joy.