Today I wanted to feel attractive, not like a Katy, or an Angela. They were good for most days, but they wouldn’t be good for what I had planned tonight. No, I wanted to be someone that oozed sexuality—I wanted to make sure I got laid.

I let my Rachel skin drop to the floor, carefully picked it up and hung it on a hanger. After I fixed a couple of wrinkles and smoothed out the shoulders, I put it in the closet next to Erin. Even though I knew what was in my closet, I still flipped through looking for something new, something striking. If only I could pull off a Marcela skin. It was frustrating being limited by my height.

Blond hair caught my eye and I pushed the hangers around until I could get a good look at it. I hadn’t been blond in a long time. Maybe that would be fun. The skin was deeply tanned. I pinched one arm. Thankfully it wasn’t leathery. Even better, there were no needle marks on it either.

I couldn’t keep myself from smiling. My WIN might be 9-0116 but tonight everyone could call me Carolyn.