(Switching to third person, the main character is a young woman named Nicole)
Nicole wakes up to the sound of her 6:30 alarm. She gets out of bed with her head still a bit dizzy from last night. As she sits in front of the mirror she quickly fixes her long brown hair while suddenly remembering the unbelievable car accident on her drive back home. "Oh shit, did that actually happen?" She whispers to herself. "Patrick, I... I ran him over! But then he was... no, no that can't be real I must have dreamt that!" She remembers Patrick's body emptied out and floppy like a heavy rubber suit, she remembers carrying it home with her and stuffing it in the closet. Nicole jolts to her feet and rushes to the closet doors. As she swings them open she lets out a "Oh crap!" at the sight of Patrick's lifeless, deflated body. It was real. It actually happened... somehow. She paced nervously around her room for a minute taking in the situation. Had she somehow done this to him? Had she basically murdered Patrick? How the hell would she even explain such a thing to anyone? Regardless, Patrick was for all intents and purposes dead now, he was gone... his life was over. Or was it?... She admittedly felt some guilt but a rather kinky, no a downright perverse idea formed in her head. She rushes back to the closet to inspect what's left of Patrick. He was practically an inanimate, harmless full body skinsuit now. "What would happen if I... wore him... wore Patrick's empty skin over my own naked body?... Could I actually do that? Should I even consider such a thing? Would that make me... be Patrick?... would this make me a man?..." Nicole's heartbeat accelerated as she pondered these things. She rummaged through Patrick's belongings and pulls out the wallet, realizing she has his ID, his cellphone and even his keys. She technically has everything she would need to simply, well, take his identity and life. Even though Nicole is fully straight and likes herself as the beautiful young woman she is, can she really pass up on this chance to see what it's like to be someone else for awhile... even if that someone else happens to be an extremely masculine man?