The moon hung in the sky over the old Victorian house. Candlelight lit the windows, and, at first, Emily thought she was at the wrong place. Then the door opened, and a tall, skinny man in purple robes walked out.
“Welcome,” the man said, spreading his arms wide before walking back into the house. Emily followed.
Inside were racks filled with used clothes. The man smiled and ran his long, narrow fingers over one before donning an old college sweatshirt. His eyes widened.
“Here,” he said, “you can become anyone,” and his voice was suddenly that of a young woman’s.