"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 it was different. 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."
"Oh, yeah," you moan as his massage brings you joy.
You hear a whooshing 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 a different slurping sound, and turn to see a bloody skin shaped wet suit in Bruno's hands. Your exposed flesh is stinging viciously. You realize that your whole body is an open wound. The pain is excruciating. You watch as Bruno stretches it over your 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 has breasts, you look at your abs and find a slim feminine waist, and you're wearing a red one piece swimsuit.
"What's going on," you half yell. Startled by your very feminine voice you grab your slim feminine throat. "You said you wanted a change," said Bruno, "So I changed out your skin." "But Your, And I'm," you say. "Oh, just trying out the merchandise so to speak. As for you, the person who had it before you didn't want it any more so you have it now. And no, I won't switch you back right now, you need at least a week to recover. Your name is now Emily. The former Emily left a locker of stuff for you. 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'll fun being Emily, you'll see. And if after a month or two you get tired of it you'll be ready to swap skins again. Oh, and you don't need to tell me anything about your old identity. I find as a masseur, my clients will tell me where they work, live, about their friends and even their sex lives. You did, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, I- you, this is impossible!"
"Millie, I'm going to be taking a break now. She wore me out. Bye, Emily," he says to the receptionist, 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, "Emily, 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 Emily is a snappy dresser, and put her clothes on. They fit your new skin perfectly. You pick up the diary, and then...