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The rest of the day is filled with nervous energy. Laura doesn't bring up the skin again, but it's always there in the back of your mind. Every time you look at her, you can't help but imagine what it would be like if she was wearing Juliette's skin. The thought makes your stomach churn with anxiety and guilt.

That night, you can't sleep. You keep replaying the day's events over and over, each time thinking of a different way it could have gone wrong. What if Laura hadn't believed you? What if she'd tried on the skin anyway?

Unable to lie still any longer, you sneak out of your room and retrieve the skin from your bag. You hold it up, staring at it in the dim light. It feels cool and rubbery to the touch. Your heart beats in your chest as you remember the voice's instructions.

This is wrong. You know it is. But part of you is curious. You have the skin in your hands, after all. Isn't it better to know what you're dealing with?

You strip down, your breath hitching in your throat. The air feels cold on your naked skin, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You look at the skin once more, steeling yourself.

First, you try stretching the mouth, but it's much too small for your head to fit. You grimace, forcing yourself to move on. You try the other openings, but they're no better. The only option left is the one you've been dreading. You take a deep breath, then begin to stretch the vaginal opening.

It's surreal. You've never done anything like this before, and the absurdity of it all isn't lost on you. Yet you push on, determined to see this through.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to slip inside. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt. The skin feels tight and cool around your body, clinging to your skin like a second layer. It's uncomfortable, but not unbearable.

You move, watching as the skin stretches and moves with you. It's an odd feeling, like being wrapped in a full-body suit. You can't help but admire the texture of the skin.

After a few minutes, you remove the skin, relieved to feel the cool air on your skin again. You're sweaty and uncomfortable, but at least you've done it. You now know what it's like to wear the skin.

As you lay in bed later, staring at the ceiling, you can't help but think about what you've just done. You've crossed a line, you know that. And yet, you're not sure how you feel about it. All you know is that you can't let anyone find out.

In the days that follow, you do your best to act normal. You hide the skin away, not daring to touch it again. You go about your day as if nothing has changed, but you can't shake the feeling that everything is different now.

And still, the question remains: what are you going to do with Juliette's skin?