Mikey was taken to the principal's office, but refused to say how his pants had gotten into the puddle. No one had seen anything happen. For all they knew, although they doubted it, he'd done it himself.
It was finally decided that they'd call his mother in...at the least with a clean pair of pants.
"He isn't talking, Mrs. Gibson," the principal's voice said. Mikey looked up from where he was sitting as he entered, followed by...Richy?
"What happened?" Richy asked Mikey, his voice having shifted into the feminine . Mikey stared at the boy wearing the blue blouse, capri pants, and three-inch heels. He was wearing his mother's clothes and makeup and even carrying her purse, as well as a pair of his pants.
"Umm...nothing," he said. Some of the changed seemed to be changing at faster rates than others, and different parts seemed to be emphasized.
"Well, I'm taking you home right now," Richy insisted. "And I'm going to have a long talk with you, young man."
Mikey nodded.
