Get dressed and zip up the empty suit

You don’t have work until tomorrow afternoon. It’s a little past your bedtime, and there’s not much point in your having a talk with a “clone” of your former self made by zipping up the suit of him... but you find that you want to. A few minutes later, you’re back in the cute dress and all the other clothes you wore home from spin class, you’ve applied rather subtle makeup geared to appeal to your former self’s tastes, and you look at your beautiful Caroline Ma reflection with complete contentment. Then you arrange the empty boy-suit on your bed and zip it up.

It seems to take a good while before the empty skin fills up with flesh, longer for the body that forms to become conscious, but it’s probably not much more than five minutes before someone who could pass perfectly for the college boy you used to be is sitting up. He catches sight of you, and begins, “Carrie—“

“Ms. Ma to you,” you say. “Or Ma’am.”

“Yes, Ms. Ma,” he says, getting up, a bit sheepish at being naked. “Why aren’t you me, Ma’am?”

“Why should I be you when I can be myself?” you ask him. “You’d skin me and become me if you could.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says. “You’re ten years older than I am, and more cute than beautiful, and I’d still rather be you than me.”

“Of course you can’t have sex with me, either,” you say, in a matter-of-fact way. “No way with you being you, and I’m certainly not turning my boyfriend Ryan into a suit for you to wear!”

“I’m trying to figure out why you stopped being yourself, Ma’am, for long enough to create a suit you could zip up to become me,” he says. “I don’t like the obvious reason.”

“Which is?” you ask him.

“Which is obvious, Ms. Ma!” He mostly sounds resigned. “The man you were can’t just vanish!”

“Why not?” You smile a mischievous Carrie Ma smile that would excite Ryan. “No great loss. Unsolved but unimportant mystery.”

“Not former-you’s style, Ma’am,” he says. “No, either you’ll have me living out my life knowing that I’m stuck being me instead of a hot woman, or you’ll order me to kill myself! I’m sure you know how to get roof access, and I’ll leap from the tower and go splat in the parking lot!”