I wanted to try him on, too, I finally admitted to myself, staring at my features in the antique mirror. I wanted to try him on and see if he finally made me something I liked better than my current model. I wanted to experience the sensation of this new man loving me and touching me, but not for the touch, just for the after effects. The transformation. I craved catalyst and excitement. I craved the mess I wasn’t allowed to have.
