Incomprehensible

Some things were just incomprehensible. Quantum mechanics, the nature of infinity, the opinions of most people on the internet. All incomprehensible to the acute, rational mind.

When your sister had reintroduced herself to you, recently transformed from a human being into a bright blue rubber rabbit? Yeah, that seemed pretty incomprehensible too.

She stood before you, upright and moving but hollow, facial features painted on and yet still somehow functional. It just didn’t make sense. You knew she was kinda into that stuff, but this was a completely different level. You didn’t even know this was possible, and yet here she was, in the rubber.

A pair of plastic handles stuck out from her thighs, catching on the armrest of the armchair when she tried to sit, still unused to their presence. A gold-coloured zipper ran down the length of her torso, its purpose still a mystery to you at the time.

She invited you to explore. She was filled with air but not particularly taut, you could squeeze the air of her paw and roll her arm into a tight roll almost up to the shoulder. Pinching her cheek let you tug it inches out of place before it snapped painlessly back into form.

Inside of the zip was just… more rubber. There was another thick layer of it on the inside, creating an inner vessel barely large enough for a person to slip into, surrounded by layers of air and rubber.

Not just a rubber rabbit, but a wearable rubber rabbit. The idea was confounding. Why would you want to exist like that? How could you expect to live equitably amongst humankind as a brightly-coloured, synthetic shell of a person? What joy or satisfaction could ever be derived from it?

She was calm and composed, her answers simple:

First, she wanted to. To expound on her reasons to anyone else would be pointless.

Second, she did not seek equity with humankind. She didn’t relate to them before, and now her physical form matched that perception. She had little need for work or an income, now liberated from the obligations of modern society and free to pursue self-actualisation.

And the third, well… she could show you?

She lowered her zipper again, beckoning you forward with a fingerless paw.

With her guidance you lifted your legs into hers, the inner layer of rubber stretching to conform to your dimensions whilst the outside remained the same. Your arms followed, sliding comfortably into the same paws you were squashing flat not long before.

Her paw went to begin closing the zipper, and you were caught unaware by how seamless the movements felt, your two bodies coordinated as though connected to one mind. Her head slid itself over your own as the zip neared the top of the torso, sealing you within.

The confines were tight, her head squeezing yours from all angles. Sounds had become muffled, your vision blurred as you saw the world through her green eyes.

She queried as to where she could find a mirror. Her voice echoed in your head, unable to tell whether it had actually been said at all or was entirely inside your mind. The bathroom, you directed, and together you sprang forth.

It was like walking on air. It was walking on air. The blue bunny bounded to the bathroom at double speed, each motion creating a cacophony of creaks and squeals from your rubber encasement.

You were soon met with a mirror, a bright blue rubber rabbit looking back at you, smiling intently. As if to demonstrate, your paws lifted themselves up and began pulling and squeezing at your head, your long ears and facial features squashing and stretching before bouncing back to form after each manipulation.

Inside the sensations were only amplified. Scrunching the cheeks of the suit felt like a pleasant hug for your face. A tug on a long ear that wasn’t rightfully there elicited a similar response. The tail, the thighs, the breasts, even the handles.

Everything within her was muffled, but at the same time somehow more visceral, like it was more real than anything else.

Her voice echoed again: How do you like it?

You had to admit, it felt… good. Did she feel like this all the time? Since the transformation, yes. It wasn’t something limited to being inside her, that was just her sharing it all with you.

It was a short walk back to the living room. She let you continue exploring for a while longer but soon asked that you relinquish your occupancy. She was not entirely without obligations, after all.

You did so with an unusually heavy heart. She thanked you for being open to her new existence and hoped that it’d help you understand. You thanked her in return for trusting you. You love her. She loves you. And then she was gone.

A few days had gone. A parcel arrived, signed for at the door, it was too big for the letterbox. Within the cardboard cuboid was a simple plastic ring a few feet in diameter, the likes of which young children might roll down the street sometimes.

But you recognised it for what it was: a transformation hoop. You’d heard of these before, though they were by no means common. They didn’t exactly sell these things in shops.

The only other thing in the box was a simple note: “For when you’re ready. Love, your sister, Kai.”

You looked at the hoop. Stared even. Your eyes flicked between it and the note for an irritatingly long time before you pushed the box away in frustration.

You needed a drink, quietly lamenting on the way to the kitchen how springless your step was and how quiet and lifeless everything felt compared to those brief moments a few days ago.

You stop to look at the hoop again.

Maybe these things are not so incomprehensible after all?