The person who had been Jim returns to consciousness to see what looks like Jim's own flayed skin hanging on a rack, its head like a mask on a styrofoam wig block, both looking almost alive rather than dead and bloodless. Of course, the person screams...and the screams are purely a woman's. The person looks down and sees breasts under a tight turtleneck shirt...nice, firm, young-woman breasts...she's a woman, but she has Jim's self in her body, and there, across this small room, is Jim's skin, or something that looks like it. "Oh, my God," says the girl-woman, in a squeaky but cute voice, "what's happened to me? I'm a girl! They took off my skin! What's going on?" She notices a tag on her belt: it has Jim's picture and full name on it, and a bar code and a magnetic stripe. She bursts into tears and collapses back into the chair she woke in.
Wed Jan 12 09:35:17 2000