[ WP ] You have an unique ability . When wearing someone else 's clothes , you change into this person . You collect `` appearances '' by buying clothes in second hand shops , but up to now it was just a game for you . Then you find something very special ...

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 Have you ever had a dream where you were someone else? Someone richer? Taller? More successful? I used to, but that was a long time ago... 
 
 My name is David, or at least it was. I'm not sure who I am any more. One day I might be Adam, the six figure salary Banker who lives in the fancy apartment out on the West Coast. I could be Anna, the sweet and innocent history student. I could be Dwayne, the struggling, young, single father. 
 
 Truth be told, I never really know who I'm going to be, all I know is I become someone else. 
 
 I have a certain... ability. It's going to sound strange, but believe me, it's even stranger for me. Whenever I put on another persons clothes I become that person. This could be someone's shirt, their pants, their socks, anything. When I'm wearing their clothes they are me and I am them. Quite what exactly happens to both of us when I'm'wearing' them is a bit of a grey area, but I'm willing to ignore that in the name of curiosity. 
 
 So, I know what you're thinking, how did this happen? My entire life I've been critical of myself – the way I looked, the way I spoke, the way people perceived me. Throughout my teenage years I was bullied, this gave me so little confidence that I'd reached a very low point in my life and even considered committing suicide. I'd planned it out, everything was ready. My parents were away for the weekend, I'd purchased a length of rope, some Whiskey and had written a letter. I drank heavily, cried even heavier, reflected on life, stood on the chair with the noose around my neck and shut my eyes, ready for whatever waited on the other side. But before I could kick the chair from underneath me I heard a voice from by my bed. 
 
 “ It's not going to solve anything, kid ” 
 
 I opened my eyes and turned my head to find a man randomly sitting on my bed. He was short, looked to be in his mid to late fifties, with grey hair and thin, wispy moustache. He was dressed in a tuxedo and spoke with a thick Brooklyn accent. 
 
 “ Who the hell are you?! ” I asked, quizzically. 
 
 “ I'm the guy who's here to offer you an alternative. ” 
 
 “ An alternative to what? ” 
 
 “ This – you trying to kill yourself. Look, if you do this now you're going to spend the rest of eternity trapped downstairs with me and do you really think I'm not going to play around with your insecurities? ” 
 
 “ What do you mean downstairs? Who are you? ” 
 
 “ You can call me Ray, I'm a Demon from Hell and I'm telling you now, if you kick that chair from under your feet then you're coming with me, I'm not going to save you twice. ” 
 
 “ But why would I be going to Hell?! I'm not a bad person! ” 
 
 “ If you hang yourself then you've committed a crime, which as you know is illegal. Since the last thing you did was commit a crime the way I see it is you're a bad person. Ipso facto, I'm taking you. ” 
 
 “ But living like this, the way I am, it's like living in Hell already. Why should I continue like this. I just want to be happy. ” 
 
 “ And that's why I'm here. Look, you're not a bad kid, a little confused and you skin could do with being a little clearer, but you're young and inexperienced. I'm going to give you an opportunity to be someone else – well, anyone else, actually. You hate your life, your looks and everything about you is a bit miserable. So I'm going to give you the ability to become whoever you want. Kid, when you put on a piece of someone else ’ s clothes you will become that person. You will be conscious of your own thoughts and in control, but you will look, talk, dress and be someone else. ” 
 
 “ You're crazy! ” I laughed, “ seriously, you can go now ”. 
 
 Ray stood up, walked over to me and looked me in the eyes, with the most commanding facial expression I'd ever seen. 
 
 “ Listen very closely. If you want to see crazy then go ahead, end it all now. I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime and you're throwing it back in my face. You've disrespected me. So go ahead, do it, then see what I do to those who disrespect me ” 
 
 I'd never got down off a chair so fast in all my life! 
 
 “ OK, so how does this work? ” I asked 
 
 “ All you have to do is put on an item of someone else's clothing, this can be anything you want, although you strike me as the type to wear women ’ s panties, so try not to enjoy that too much. To stop all you have to do is undress. Just make sure you're out of sight, other wise it may get a little awkward. ” 
 
 Did I really just get ripped on by a Demon? 
 
 “ Oh one more thing, Kid, do n't stay too long in one person, remember you've got your own life to lead. The last person I gave this little privilege to spent an awful long time as some guy named Kanye, started spouting off about being Yeezus, or something. He even had the nerve to interrupt the Boss whilst she was giving a speech! Bad move. You have fun and I'll check back on you every now and then, make sure you're not doing anything I would disapprove of... Which is n't much, if I'm honest. ” 
 
 And with that Ray vanished into a cloud of smoke, a bit like a magician, but more impressive. So there I was, granted a new power. I immediately wanted to try my new ability, so I went into my brothers room and put on his shirt. As I pulled the shirt over my head I felt nothing, but as soon as I saw my own reflection I could n't believe my eyes – I was looking at my brother! Amused by this I immediately threw off my brothers shirt and began to meticulously plan out who I would become, imagining scenarios and dream scenes in my head. What did I want to do? What did I want to see? 
 
 I first started becoming pre-planned people. Friends, family, colleagues, but that became boring and the butterfly affect from my actions could at times be felt. So I started going further afield, I'd go to charity shops, bargain shops, anywhere where they would resell used clothing. For a while this too entertained me, I could become anyone and I did, very frequently. My own life became something of a blur, I was alive, but I merely existed in the background of whoever I was to become next.
