Claire walked through her apartment and yawned as she fixed her breakfast and got ready for work. Things had been going well so far at the store and she was happy to have a job but these morning shifts were starting to kill her. Waking up earlier than she was used to while being unable to fall asleep when she should was having an effect on her at times. Still, it didn't stop her from putting in her best effort and she's always regarded as a good employee. Sometimes a quiet morning like this can be pleasant too.
That's why she was surprised to hear a sudden knock at her door. She unlocked it, opened it and was surprised to see someone standing there and pointing something at her. She had no time to say anything or even register who it was beyond seeing that it was a man before a green flash was emitted. Instantly Claire started to deflate and in seconds an empty husk with her features lay on the floor as the visitor stepped into the apartment and closed the door.
The man picked up the husk and examined it finding an opening along the back. Satisfied he put the device he had been holding on the table and stripped as he was unsure if this would work with his clothes. He then widened the opening and put a leg through into one of the skin's legs. It was to his pleasant surprise that it fit perfectly, same as his other leg. Then his arms and the the rest of his body leaving an odd sight, his head resting atop the young woman's body. That too changed when he pulled the head of the skin over his own like a mask.
"Hello?" asked the man, a smile breaking out on his face when he heard Claire's voice.
Slender hands ran down an equally slender build. This body was then, slim, almost boyish. But there was still a bit of femininity to it that made it attractive all the same. He dug through the pile of clothes that the real Claire had been wearing and pulled out a pair of panties. He had to admit it was nice wiggling her cute little ass into them. He searched for a bra but couldn't find it, then decided to forget about it. Claires tits weren't big so he could likely get away without wearing one today.
Instead he grabbed her glasses from the pile and made his way to her room where he dressed out in her clothes. She had to be at work soon which meant he had to be at work soon. He gathered up what he would need and put it in her bag. As he walked back into the kitchen area he grabbed the device as well.
It was a gun, something that looked like some kind of small toy ray gun from a bad science fiction story; on it was a knob and two colored labels, green and red. This was the costume gun, a device that could turn any living person into a skinsuit that, when worn, turned the wearer into that person. He had heard that but this was his first time using the gun so he was surprised it actually worked all the time. From what he had learned the colored labels were different functions and turning the knob to one of them would have different effects.
The green knob was the basic function: it would emit a green light that would turn a person into a skinsuit. When someone was wearing a skinsuit and fired it at themselves it would reopen the suit allowing the wearer to exit and if the husk was shot with the green setting the original person would revive.
The red was, as befitting the color, a little more dangerous. Much like green it would turn the wearer into the person who's skin they were but unlike green this was mental as well as physical. Theoretically this allowed someone to access the person's mind in order to perfectly impersonate them. But in reality, so he had learned, this could be overwhelming leading to the wearer losing themselves in their new identity or even going insane as they dealt with two sets of conflicting memories and thoughts.
This worked in another way. A husk shot with the red function would revive but it would revive with the mind and personality of the person who had been wearing it. Were the man, for instance, to shoot Claire's husk with the red setting then physically Claire would be revived but it would be his own mind inside of her. The real Claire, for all intents and purposes, would be dead. It was a scary proposition both for the wearer and worn thus only in the most extenuating of circumstances would he ever use the red setting.
But he had studied Claire. For a solid week he had scoped out the store and its workers. Many had circumstances that made an impersonation difficult: children, husbands or other families. Or they were outgoing. Things that, without the person's mind, could make it easy to blow the impersonation.
But Claire seemed like the best bet. She lived alone, no family around, no boyfriend or husband, and naturally timid at work all made it easy to test the gun, to test being someone else, without arousing much suspicion. So he placed the costume gun into the bag as well. No sense leaving it here where it might get stolen were someone to break in. Besides, should he want or need to use the gun on someone else, to be someone else, it would do him no could sitting in Claire's kitchen.
Double checking everything and satisfied that it was all in order, he grabbed Claire's keys, locked the door behind him and left.
But just who was this person heading off to work in the guise of Claire?
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