Your power doesn't make "skin"suits

You blinked your eyes as you glance around. The last thing you remembered was being handed something to wipe your mouth and then... you weren't sure. Looking around doesn't really give you much of a clue as to what happened at the moment, but you can tell that you forgot something.

Looking at all of your clothes on the floor, you sighed for a moment before picking it up and setting it in a pile on a chair. You weren't the neatest person in the world, but leaving it on the floor was a bit dirty and it would take you longer if you had to clean it. As for wearing something... well, the home was warm enough and there shouldn't be anyone else who can see you.

Pausing for a moment, you feel a bit of fullness starting to gather in what you always assumed to be your bladder and decided to head towards the toilet.

Turning on the lights, you were glad that the floor tiles were warmed as a cold floor might be a bit too much on your bare feet. Glancing at the mirror, you reflectively frowned as something seemed a bit out of place. You pushed back some of your shoulder length blonde hair, styled in a way that you loved.

You glanced at the clip-on earring you bought and gave it a small push to get it swinging. There really doesn't seem to be anything wrong with yourself that you can tell... You're still Patrick Hendrick in the skin, and you can't see anything on yourself, especially considering that you're currently naked. Maybe it's something about wearing the skin? You don't feel any different, and you can still remember everything since you were young. But you can't help but feel something was... wrong? Different?

Maybe you'll feel better after some rest? You scratched your shoulder as you start to get a chill on your back. You probably shouldn't stay naked for so long...