He hated his skin like a resentful child hates an abusive parent
He often walked the village envying the skins of others
He was jealous
He was bitter
He was trapped in this skin that abused his soul
Then one day he awoke to a skinless body
He had shed
He felt so free
He walked onto the front steps of his cottage and shouted for joy
He could be heard throughout the planet
His release triggered the shedding of all human existence
Skin, flesh and confusion, laced with distraught fear, gripped the globe, affecting all but him
He picked one off the ground
It didn't fit
He tried on several other skins
None fit
As many as he had tried on, none would fit his frame
Face skin too long and narrow
A simple smile and it would break down the middle
Shoulder and arm skin too broad
It fit like a coat
Stomach skin so vast from obesity it touched the ground as he stood
Leg skin so potentially constricting the skin bursts before he could put his whole limb of flesh in
Years and years he would spend trying on skins
He found several generic matches, but there were still too many subtle difficulties
Toes, fingers, crotch, facial features, running
He felt he would never find one that truly fit,
Until he had circled the globe and was now looking at the back of his cottage
He walked upon it and didn't even recognize it
The door was open and welcoming, so he went in to see what he could find.
He took two steps inside and noticed a door to the right
There was a bedroom
In the bed he saw skin
He had a special feeling about it as he stared upon it
He put it on
It was a perfect fit
He had finally found the skin that fit like his very own did