Simon dug into the box and pulled out a note. It said:
Dear Simon,
These clothes are a chance to see how the other half lives. Putting them on will change you into a bit of a big girl, but that big girl will have her own life to lead and you will be compelled to live it for her for 24 hours. As fun as that sounds for you, and I know it does you cheeky monkey, the life you lead may be that of a happy homemaker, a prostitute, a businesswoman, a drug addict, a recently divorced woman, a barfly, a total slut, a churchgoer, a high school teacher, or any other possibilities.
Once the clothes are on that it though, you have to spend those 24 hours in her life. Taking them off will not break the magic. You will act as she acts, behaves as she behaves, and for all attempts and purposes be her. Once 24 hours are up you will be brought back to the moment you put them on with all the memories you made.
No matter how many times you put the clothes on you will look like the same woman, but the life she leads will be different. I’ve only heard of one person living the same life twice in all the time I’ve known or used the clothes. If you try to chase that dream you might lose yourself in the life your visiting an be unable to comeback. That’s when the clothes will be delivered to the person you feel should have them next, with a letter explaining all this.
Hope you enjoy the chance to be everyone else son, I’ll mss you.
Love, Dad
“Doe this mean my dad, a guy I haven’t seen in years has surrendered his life to live the life of some fat chick’s?” Simon asked incredulously. He studied the clothes and decided they were worthless, completely devoid of magic. “Even if it would be cool just on time,” he groused. “Screw it! Let’s try this!” he yelled to no one. He stripped down and put on the clothes, and immediately his body bloated into the one pictured in the last chapter.
“Holy shit,” he said in a woman’s voice that was deeper than he would have expected, “It worked!” He ran his hands over his belly and cupped his 42GG bust for a little loner than he should have. “And I know who I am! I’m…!”
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