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Soon you and the shopgirl are naked in a back room equipped with a cot and a sofa among other homey touches that make it look like a small and comfortable apartment. You admire her body. She's not as pretty as your not-really-girlfriend Michelle, but her face is droll and kissable and intelligent, her small breasts are firm and high and beautifully shaped, her waist trim and her buttocks excellent. Her pubic hair is the same pink as the hair on her head and it's neatly trimmed but remarkably thick. "You're adorable," you tell her.

"Adorkable, more like," she says. "Best way to adore me is to be me."

"I love your voice," you say.

"Use it well," she says. You hold her and kiss her on the mouth, then you two separate and you zap her again with the black "pen" that had made her into a girl suit. In a moment the half-open eyeholes of a new girl suit are staring up at you from the floor.

In under ten minutes you have the shop open again. Only you're not you. Josh is little more than a set of memories in your pink-haired head. Unless you remind yourself that you're not the real Melissa Kowalski, invariably called Lissa by everyone who knows her, it doesn't occur to you.

The Lissa suit had slipped onto your body as if it wanted to take it over, your feet shrinking to fit the moment each was inside a hollow Lissa foot, and the rest of the transformation had gone just as well. One zap with the brown "pen" (brief green ray) had put those Josh memories and that Josh personality in the background so they could be used if necessary but never by accident.

Customers start coming in again. You would have known only one of them were you still Josh, but being Lissa you know all but one as regulars. You flirt brilliantly and appropriately with everyone, entirely you and not Josh at all. A few times, knowledge you have from having been Josh comes in handy, but you've become almost purely Lissa. The shop's owner drops by around closing time and seems entirely unaware that you're a nerdy guy named Josh disguised perfectly as his employee, and he lets you leave twenty minutes early, pleased that you got anything for that set of pen-shaped gadgets. You **** yourself not to go into one of your sweet little fits of giggles that your friends find so cute, and think, If he only knew!

Usually you, Lissa, take the bus home, but you're out earlier than you expected and you want time to think. You start walking towards the house you share with five other people, mostly students, near campus. Over one arm you carry your Hello Kitty purse, now also holding Josh's wallet and keys, and the set of magical devices he used to make the original you into a girl suit with her permission. Over the other is a bag mostly with Josh's clothes. As you walk home you try to think like Josh rather than Lissa, try to examine your Lissa self objectively from his point of view.

You know the good and the bad of your Lissa self. There's no opinion, no taste, no quirk hidden from the Josh inside you. That Josh self is amazed at how right you seem to be for him -- but then starts to fear that you're really too good for him. Typical of the boy.

Also you start to wonder what you could learn becoming Josh again and wearing Melissa instead. Would living a few hours in Melissa's body thinking her thoughts make Melissa seem right for you, or make you realize that you really shouldn't be with her?

You wonder whether to skin yourself when you're home and locked in your room, or spend another day being your superb Lissa Kowalski self. It's good in this body, this self, but you shouldn't be greedy.

You get home, help make some dishes for dinner, eat. It's not until seven-thirty that you're alone in your room with the door locked. You strip, put some clothes in your laundry hamper and hang others up. You debate whether to put on casual clothes or even a robe, or take off yourself and be Josh.

It strikes you that you have no idea of how to remove the suit that was once the real Lissa. Maybe there's a hidden catch under your chin. Maybe you just have to concentrate on your skin separating from you.