Where Kenneth got it, is as mysterious as what it does. That part doesn't matter. What does matter is that Kenneth obtained the Medallion of Zulu. He snuck it into the house, wanting to try it out.

He could be himself when he was a kid, or the young man his father had been before he gained so much weight. Or he could be his mother when she was younger. Of all the choices, the option that most intrigued him was to become his mother. It was the most exotic of all his choices. The place to find the apparel he sought was in the attic.

The attic door creaked open, revealing a dusty, dimly lit space filled with forgotten treasures and cobweb-covered memories. Kenneth stepped cautiously onto the wooden floor, each creak of the boards echoing in the stillness. He had been here before. There wasn't any reason to go up here again, until now.

Sunlight filtered through a small window, casting a soft glow on the various trunks and boxes that lined the walls. Kenneth walked over to the nearest trunk, its brass lock tarnished with age. With a bit of effort, he managed to open it, revealing a pile of apparel carefully folded inside.

He lifted a light pink jumpsuit from the trunk. It was enormous. It also looked as if it had been hardly worn.

"I didn't know Mom had been so heavy?" he whispered to himself.

Kenneth always remembered his mother as being thin. Maybe these weren't her clothes? Maybe they belonged to someone else. But, if so, what were they doing up in his attic? Still, he couldn't imagine his mother so big as to fit into something like this.

Kenneth carefully pulled out other items from the trunk. He saw they were of a similar size to the jumpsuit. There were blouses, jeans, pants, and skirts. He lifted them out of the thunk to look at, but he didn't want to unfold anything. When he was done, he wanted to put everything back the way he had found it. It wouldn't be fun to have to refold everything. He didn't like folding his own clothes, and having to refold these would waste his time.