"Hey!" you shout in a voice that was never your own. A strangers voice. A whiny voice with the dank sound of a dedicated smoker. Unconsiously, you reach into your new purse (where did that come from) and remove an open pack of Kool Menthols. A flick of the wrist and a snap of a dispisable lighter, and you now stand there, yelling for someones attention and casually smoking. You look down, only then noticing what you're doing, and you see that several rings now decorate the hand that holds the cigarette. Several gaudy rings...and a few jangling bracelets at the wrist...
"Maybe...maybe if I leave, this stupid costume will come off." you say to yourselw, feeling your huge butt, full belly and fat, saggy tits jiggling as you do. You catch a glimps of your self in the reflection of a mirror that you sear wasn't there before, and shudder in horror. You've been transformed into an obese, ugly, middleage woman with a missing front tooth. This costumes idea of an "Ugly Sister". Why did you put this costume on? You try to see some shade of yourself - of the 19 year old collage boy you really are - but all you see if a woman with fleshy lips, a hooked nose, three chins, bloated jowls, gingery red hair set in an absurd bob, and squinty, slightly slanted eyes peering owlishly from behind large glasses with absurd red frames. They even had a faux-gold eyeglass chain...
You remove the glasses, and the whole room fades into a dismal blur. Wanting to cry, you put the glasses back on and the world pops back into view. This is impossible? How are you going to get back to normal? You can't live like this! You try to inspect the rest of the costumes, but find that all of them are gone! Again you shout and scream for attention, but finally...you give up. You feel tired and wornout, and you desperatly want another cigarette. Finally, an idea hits you...