Safe-deposit box. Keep it secure.

You realize that you’re committing to living your own life, to being only yourself, Carrie Ma, indefinitely, but you’re sure that it’s what you want. You put the Costume Set and the letter describing how to use it in your safe-deposit box and close it.

About eighteen hours since I became myself, but everything is so right! I wonder if I’ll die in sixty years, never having used the Costume Set again... The thought is strangely exciting...

You carry the box out of the little room and back to the vault, where you and the bank employee lock it away. Your walk through the bank and back to your car.

I’m just an ordinary woman now,

you think, setting aside the knowledge that unlike most women, you can with only a little difficulty shed the woman suit that makes you yourself, and be a younger man. No more superpower that lets me become someone else... okay, I’ve just locked it away for a while. Still feels good to know I can become anyone... but I think just knowing it’s better than doing it. (Though you did it less than a day ago, it’s as if you’ve always been Carrie Ma.)

You’re about to get into your car when you hear the muffled chime of your phone, the latest model iPhome. You take it from your handbag quickly because it’s the sound you’ve associated with texts from your boyfriend Ryan.

"Everything still okay for tomorrow night, Carrie Sue?"

Nobody else calls you that, and you pretend to find it annoying, but actually you love it — from Ryan, anyway. You text him back saying the date’s still on, and he suggests you wear a Little Black Dress — and then you become sure he’s going to propose to you tomorrow!