‘Perhaps you’ll tell me I’m vain, but you’d be surprised if you knew what it had meant to me, at critical moments of my life, to be dressed exactly in accordance with my mood. It gives one such confidence, I think.’
– Christopher Isherwood, Mr Norris Changes Trains
Why is it that someone else’s clothes feel so different against my skin? I can wear my own clothes and never notice them. I can wear the softest woollen jumpers or delicate silky tights and become used to their touch almost instantly. Even scratchy, coarse fabric or straps that rub only irritate intermittently; I am numb to their effects for most of the day.
But I am constantly aware of wearing someone else’s clothes; I can feel them touching me from the moment I put them on until I take them off again several hours later. My skin becomes hypersensitive, erupting in goosebumps as movement of his shirt brushes the hairs on my arms. I can feel the collar against my neck or the waistband against my hips.
I can feel him; I can feel him in his clothes…
Sadly, I couldn’t borrow these clothes for long and had to return them. But I certainly enjoyed paying back the loan…
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