"Man, you got good clear skin," says Bruno as his hands caress your back. "So smooth. Do you shave or get waxed?"
"Neither. Naturally smooth. Thanks. Sometimes I wish I was a bit hairier. If ya know what I mean," you say, "Oh, this feels so good I can't believe you're giving away massages for free."
"Well, I wouldn't mind swappin' skins with ya. I've always felt I was too hairy."
"Oh, yeah," you moan as his massage brings you joy.
You hear a wooshing and slurping noise like a giant sausage being pulled out of its casing. The next thing you know you feel suddenly cold all over. You raise your head up, and without opening your eyes, you see a bloody figure lying on the table in the mirror. You try to blink, but you can't. You hear the wooshing-slurping sound again, and turn to see a similar bloody apparition stepping out of Bruno's skin like it was a wet suit. Your exposed flesh is stingy viciously. You realize that your whole body is an open wound. The pain is excruciating. You watch as Bruno steps into your skin, and stretches it over his body. You must be going mad, you think as you pass out. When you wake, you get up and open your eyes. You see that you're dressed and ready to leave. Then you realize that the you you see is standing in front of the mirror. It's not your reflection. You look down to see that your chest is hairy , and so are you abs, and you're wearing a red speedo.
"Oh, by the way, Bruno, your locker number is 23 and the combo for the lock is 7-4-76 like Independence Day. You'll find a diary there. It's fun being Bruno, but after a month or two you'll get tired of it, and be ready to swap skins again. According to the diary, there've been 22 Brunos since the original guy discovered how to swap skins. Oh, and you don't need to tell me anything about my new identity. You'll find as a masseur, your clients will tell you where they work, live, about their friends and even their sex lives. You did, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, I- you, this is impossible!"
"Millie, Bruno's going to be taking a break now. Think I wore him out. Bye, Bruno," he says, and the guy in your clothing and skin is gone. Out of the massage room, and out of the school. You start to follow him, and Millie calls out, "Bruno, you can't go out there dressed like that!"
"Oh, yeah," you look down and head to the door marked LOCKER ROOM. You search for Locker 23, and dial the combination. You find Bruno-at least the guy who you knew as Bruno-is a snappy dresser, and put his clothes on. They fit your new skin perfectly. You pick up the diary, and then...