It takes you a while to find your dads design studio, and when you entered no one was around, so you decided to look around. Several tables with different molds, cutting devices, and what looked like chemistry beakers stood next to a large tub of a substance that was the exact color and shade of your skin. Curiosity getting the better of you, you head over to the large tub see what it was, though do to your short stature you had to climb up a chair and get onto one of the tables just to get close to the top of the tub.
As you were reaching over to the tub you accidentally bump a large book making it fall on top of you and flattening you onto the table. Some time passed but due to the heavy tomb on top of you you were unable to reform. You were about to give up hope when the weight was lifted and you saw the face of your father looking down at you, but unfortunately to him you just looked like some of the material for his next design, and as such he grabbed you and some material from the tub and began mixing the two substances together.
While he was mix/kneading you he would add different chemicals, you were then placed into a mold. while you were taking shape you heard your dad tell someone " the mold is for the basic shape, I still have some tweaking to do. The real neat thing though are the chemicals I will add to make it more absorbent and not feel soggy in one area, while the ones I added earlier will essentially make it waterproof. Yep this will be the best ______ you can get."
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