Jon's legs ached from walking in the high heeled pumps, an act that he was not yet used to. He did his best to keep up with his little brother as they walked down the sidewalk, but constantly found himself asking Mikey to slow down. If went too fast he stumbled, if he went too slowly Mikey acted like he was going to be upset. It was a struggle, to say the least.
When finally they reached the bus stop at the end of their block, Mikey stopped.
"Jon, you'll have to pay the fare. I don't have any change."
"Does it look like I have any place to hide money?" Jon said, indicating his outfit. A quick wish later and Jon was holding a small black purse, complete with make-up, money and identification. The driver's licence told Jon that he was now a twenty-six year old woman, the business cards told him he was a dance instructor, the empty wrappers told him that he loved lollipops.
When the bus arrived and the boys boarded, Jon sat down near the back, where Mikey led him, and asked him where they were off to.
Mikey smiled and said, "Jon, we're going to..."
