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We watch dad forging back through the banks of snow. The blizzard sweeps into the hallway the moment we opened the door, though the house is freezing cold already. “It’s not just the block - the power’s down across the whole state. It could be weeks before the power’s back on,” he confirms, stamping the snow off his boots.

“Weeks? But it’s freezing,” my brother shivers, his teeth rattling.

“And it’s only gonna get colder. Forecasts were saying -40 before the power blew. Good job your old man knows how to prepare then, eh?”

He’s grinning. I think he’s actually enjoying this. He was in his element during the pandemic too. He kicks off his snow-filled boots and stomps merillyt down to the cellar, returning with a cardboard box marked ‘survival’. It contains candles, a gas stove, blankets, and more.

“Here, put this on,” he says, handing both of us onesies. He slips into one of his own. My brother and I stare at the rather humiliating garment, but are too cold to argue. Begrudgingly we pull them on with numb fingers.

“It’s going to get damn icy tonight,” dad says. “We’ll set up in the living room, the whole family, and try to stay warm together. If we’re all huddled together and sharing body heat, we should be-”

“Sharing what???” my brother yells. “Oh, hell no. That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard. If you think I’m cuddling up to either of you, think again.”

“This is a survival situation, son.”

“Then I choose death!” he protests.

Dad rolls his eyes. “I thought might you’d say that. Good job I came prepared then, isn’t it?”

He taps a concealed button on the wrist of the onesie. It contracts against his skin with an electronic hum. Internal vibrations begin liquifying his fatty tissues, a series of rhythmic pulsations within the suit shifting it around his body, sculpting it into a new shape. The humming grows in pitch, accompanied by a cartilaginous crackling. His face shifts shape, and a pair of generous breasts rise like dough from the collar of the onesie. My brother’s jaw hangs open as we both stare at this cutie.

“Bodyshaper onesies. Since we’re snowed in with nothing to do, I figured this might make things a little more fun,” dad explains with a girly giggle. He shifts from foot to foot as he looks at us both, sloshing majestically within the suit. “Fitted for women but they work all the same. So…" She taps her full lips as she looks at each of us. "... which of you boys wants to help warm me up?”

She takes my brother's hand, sneakily pressing the button in the wrist of his suit as she does so. I watch his ass ballooning within the suit as she leads him away.