Hypothetical #1 (Patreon)

So imagine this. You’re alone taking a shower, at home or at a hotel or wherever. Perhaps you normally do this, perhaps it’s an unfortunate coincidence, but somehow you’ve ended up in the bathroom without any clothes. Once you’ve patted yourself dry-ish, you need to step out naked, towel around your hip, to collect fresh clothes. As you open the door, a selection of clothes is neatly presented in front of you on the floor.

Your first reactions would be of surprise and confusion, I imagine, and soon after, fear. Is the intruder still inside? You make a quick dash around the rooms, checking the locks on the door, perhaps the windows. Everything is as it were, empty, closed and locked.

You consider the clothes again. Streetwear. Whole, clean and neatly folded, though some of the items are clearly worn. The items that go on top are all respectable sports brands, while the underwear are slightly more niche brands with lewd connotations. Any one item is probably fine on its own, but together they give trashy vibe.

You don’t care for the look. Comfortable perhaps, but somehow beneath you. In your mind however, you consider putting them on. In what order. What you would look like. The clothes appears to be in your size. It would only take a minute and no one else would know.

But the clothes just appeared while you were taking a shower, seemingly by magic. What’s not to say that there isn’t more magic around? What happens when you put it on? Perhaps you change your body to an athletic, mischievous rascal? Perhaps you turn into a street bum? Perhaps you lose your mind? Is it an invitation from the gods to try a different life, or a trap to condemn you to one?

Or it could just be clothes.

Would you take the risk?

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