Wear Juliette and impersonate her

It was a day of reckoning. All those who knew Juliette were gathering for a community event. But it wasn't Juliette who was getting ready at home, it was you. Or rather, you in Juliette's skin. You carefully put on her clothes, meticulously following the way you'd seen her dress in the mirror of her memories.

A sense of dread washed over you as you stepped outside, but you steeled your nerves and set off towards the community center.

Seeing everyone's faces as you walked up, you tried to put on Juliette's typical nonchalant air. You waved to friends and acquaintances, trying to mimic her voice and mannerisms. It was surreal, everyone treating you as if you were Juliette. They smiled, they waved, they talked to you like you were an old friend.

But there was one person who could potentially blow your cover: Laura. You found her chatting with a group of friends, her expression cheerful. As you approached, she turned to look at you, her eyes widening slightly.

"Juliette!" she greeted, stepping forward to hug you. You returned the hug, trying not to let your nervousness show.

"So, I've been meaning to talk to you," Laura began, looking at you with a peculiar expression. "Lasse found something... interesting."

You raised an eyebrow, doing your best Juliette impression. "Interesting how?"

Laura hesitated before saying, "He found a skin... like a skin suit. It looked a lot like you."

A shiver ran down your spine, but you **** a chuckle. "A skin suit? That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, but it looked exactly like you. And he even suggested it was a prank," Laura said, looking concerned.

You brushed it off, maintaining your 'Juliette' facade. "Lasse has a twisted sense of humor, you know that. He probably bought some cheap latex doll and wants to freak us out. Don't buy into his antics."

Laura seemed to consider this, then nodded. "Maybe you're right. But it was... unsettling."

You patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't let him get to you, Laura. It's just Lasse being Lasse."

The rest of the day went by in a blur. You felt like you were walking on a tightrope, but no one seemed to suspect a thing. You laughed at Juliette's friends' jokes, mirrored her flirtatious banter, and even danced the way she did. You felt a strange mix of exhilaration and guilt, knowing that you were deceiving everyone around you.

As the day turned into night, you returned home. Taking off Juliette's skin felt like shedding a second identity. You were back to being you, albeit a 'you' who had stepped into someone else's life for a day.

You fell into bed, your mind racing. You had gotten away with it this time. But how long could this continue? Would Laura keep digging? And what about Juliette herself?

These questions would have to wait. For now, you had survived your first day as Juliette. But you knew this was just the beginning.