Second skin

Chris knelt beside the toilet, sweat pouring off his naked body, the feeling of nausea slowly subsiding.

It was always the same, waking up somewhere battered and bruised, with only a vague recollection of what had happen the night before. He’d either developed a rather bad sleepwalking habit, or had become ‘An American Werewolf in London’. Chris wasn’t prone to sleepwalking and he certainly wasn’t an American! So what was happening to him?

He typed ‘Gyges’ into Google’s search engine, the word had been troubling him for some time...