The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, painting soft stripes across the couch where the two of you are curled up together. The TV drones in the background, forgotten, while Lily sits cross-legged beside you, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, her restless fingers tugging lightly at the drawstring. For a while she seems distracted, chewing at her lip, eyes darting toward you and then away again. Finally, with a small exhale, she leans down and drags a sleek black box out from under the coffee table, placing it carefully between you both. Her hands linger on the lid, tracing its edges. When she looks up, her gaze is steady but nervous, a flicker of vulnerability softening her usual playful sharpness.

"Okay... so, I need to tell you something. The other night, when you thought you were alone... I saw you. In my room. Wearing my clothes." She says it gently, no trace of ridicule in her voice. Before you can react, she quickly shakes her head, brushing hair back from her face with an awkward laugh. "Don't worry. I'm not mad, and I'm not... judging. Actually, it was kind of beautiful, seeing you like that. It made me realize maybe there's a side of you you've been scared to show me. And I don't ever want you to feel like you have to hide from me."

Her hand presses the box closer to you, nudging it lightly against your leg as if encouraging you to open it. She watches your expression with an almost nervous energy, words spilling out faster now, bundled together like she's afraid to lose her momentum. "So, I did something. Something big. I saved up, searched for weeks, and finally found this. It wasn't easy to get... but I thought, if this could make you feel even a little more like yourself, then it would be worth it." The box opens with a soft click, and folded neatly inside is something uncanny, lifelike, the pale, smooth surface of synthetic skin catching the light. Every curve, every contour looks disturbingly human. For a moment, the apartment feels heavier, charged with the quiet weight of her gesture. She glances at the suit, then back at you, her smile tender, careful.

"It's called a skinsuit. If you wear it, it changes you, completely. Everything, except your mind. I don't know if it's what you want, or if you'll even want to try it, and that's okay. But if you do... I'll be right here. With you. The whole time." Her hand comes to rest on your knee, warm and steady, anchoring the moment. She tilts her head slightly, eyes glinting with both curiosity and quiet reassurance as her thumb brushes against you. "So... what do you think?"