Skincoat

She made the coat all by herself.

It was a pale porcelain sort of color, with slight pink undertones the same shades as roses. The sleeves were a bit leathery to the touch, but it hugged her body in all the right ways. Coming down to the spot just below her knees, long legs on display, Angelica had never looked better.

“Hey I like your coat!” another woman said, coming up behind her in the store line.

“Thank you, I made it myself.”

“The stitching is incredible. What material is this?”

Angelica beamed, flashing her pearly white teeth, “Human skin.”