You don't care.

Honestly, you can't care enough about it. You have a remote that allows you to make people into bodysuits and you currently look like your hot mom. Who cares about your mom's identity when you can be anyone else? You quickly shed her off, tossing the crumpled skin of your mother onto the floor and watch it stir as it begins to inflate. You are gone even before the skinsuit begins to resemble a proper person, and you are already texting your friend and his whereabouts.

After all, you do want him in the little secret, since just because you have a skinsuit doesn't mean you get the free ticket to fuck everyone. No. You need an accomplice.

And for that, you should probably get negotiating.