You cant help feeling the strange anxiety of this skin and your inability to feel or find the zipper and turn back. Standing there in the nude, you cannot help but feel exposed in this place, all at once familiar and yet foreign to you...and with each passing minute its becoming more foreign. Thinking of the woman who helped you...no your girlfriend you correct yourself mentally, you cant help but think how nice she is to let you have these clothes she bought. They're so pretty....
You try to shake your head out of it. No! Your supposed to be a boy. You recall the skins nearby....you could put on another one, a grown up....er...adult one. No....you arent ready to be a grown up yet....wait...what? You shake your head and find yourself wondering about the other girl skins at your age. There's one thats a darker skin tone, and one thats a lighter one. Which one do you pick?