I get home from work and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I finish the whole thing and pour another. I take it with me into the bathroom. I loosen my tie, unbutton my shirt, drop my pants. I stretch my shoulders and start feeling for the seam along the back of my neck. I work my fingers in between it and start to roll the muscle suit down my body. The heavy pecs, the chiselled abs, the thick legs all fold in on themselves as I step out of it and carefully hang it up. The facemask is last. I start to peel it off. It stings. I take another sip of whiskey and pull it firmly over my head. I look at my own face in the mirror and then down at the handsome face in my hands. One day I will learn how to become him permanently.
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