"You know, it's rather ironic that this whole bizarre situation started with a pair of shoes, and now the one thing we don't have is shoes that will fit you", Susan complained staring at her coed husband.
"Don't worry about it, I'm not going anywhere looking like this anyway", Alan objected.
"Like what? I admit the dress is a bit more conservative than most women of your new found youth would choose, but it's not that bad. Fortunately your ears are pierced so you can wear the silver and turquoise dangly earrings I haven't worn since I was your age. They add a younger, saucy flair. Now don't walk around too much without shoes or you'll tear your hose."
"Then why did you insist I wear pantyhose? Which I want to point out feel really strange."
"Because silly, you're wearing a dress."
"Then why can't I just wear pants and flip-flops or something. My feet are only a little larger than yours, I bet I could wear your sandals." Alan insisted.
Susan grinned watching Alan complain. Chrissy had always been overly dramatic and talked with her hands, now Alan had the same mannerisms. With every word, Alan gestured limp wristed, flounced, flailed, pouted, and posed."Now you're just being ridiculous. You can't wear sandals with hose." Susan chastised.
"But ... " Alan sputtered.
"But," Susan interrupted. "That's a good point. Your feet are only a little larger than mine. That would work", Susan said enigmatically as she jumped up and rushed out of the room leaving an even more confused and flustered Alan sitting by her makeup mirror.
Alan waited over 20 minutes for Susan to return to no avail. Mindful of the need to walk carefully, Alan was just entering the living room when the front door opened. Expecting to see Susan, Alan turned and froze!
"Chrissy!? My god it's been ages!" Susan's sister Amy bubbled excitedly. "Susan didn't tell me you were here. God, you look great! How do you do it?"
"I, uh ... uh I ... How ... how are you Amy?" Alan squeaked out in fright.
"How am I? God girl, give me hug." Amy said dropping her bag and wrapping Alan in a big hug. Stepping back, Amy held Alan's hands at length and looked her over. Spotting Susan over Alan's shoulder, Amy called out while still holding Alan, "Susan, why didn't you tell me Chrissy was here?"
"Because that's not Chrissy." Susan replied.
"Susan! No!" Alan pleaded.
"Of course this is Chrissy. What are you saying? If this isn't Chrissy then who is it?" Amy demanded.
"Don't!" Alan whispered.
"It's alright Alan, Amy is my sister, I called her to help", Susan said.
"Alan? What? What are you talking about?" Amy frowned releasing her hold on Alan.
"Crap!" Alan breathed.
"That's Alan", Susan said.
"Yeah right."
"No really!" Susan insisted. "Wait, did you bring the shoes I asked for?"
Extracting the shoes from the bag Amy pointed to, Susan handed them to Alan to put on.
"Heels!? These are heels. I can't wear these. I don't know how to walk in these." Alan whined.
"Well start practicing, they go with the dress." Susan called over her shoulder as she tugged Amy upstairs. After many interruptions and snorts of derision, Susan finally got the full story out for Amy.
"So you're telling me that the redhead downstairs is really Alan in Chrissy's body from a dozen years ago", Amy synopsized. "You know you're going to have to prove this to me. Although hearing Chrissy claim she doesn't know how to walk in heels when she spent so much time walking in nothing else is certainly weird."
"Oh I'm going to prove it alright. You're not going to believe your eyes." Susan pulled out a box of clothes from under the bed, dug down near the bottom and pulled out the item she wanted. Stripping, She placed the medallion around her neck and held the the piece of clothing she'd gotten from the box against it. Before Amy's wide eyed stare, Susan changed.
Alan was practicing walking in the heels Amy had brought over. Surprisingly, it was easy. It even felt natural. In fact, in the time the girls had been upstairs, the heels had become so second nature that Alan wasn't even aware that he was pacing in them as he wondered about the conversation taking place. "This is so embarrassing. I wish she hadn't told her sister. I'll never live this down." Alan worried. Hearing someone on the stairs, Alan went to see.
"Oh Alan, those shoes look lovely on you." Amy snickered. "Anytime you'd like to borrow some of my other clothes, just give me a call. I've got a green satin teddy I'd love to see you in."
"Ha ha. You're not going to let this go are you? Alan said.
"Not on your life. Bye cutie-pie", Amy waved as she hurried out the door with a small package in her hand.
Wondering what Amy's sudden rush was all about, Alan turned to meet Susan coming down the stairs and stopped dead.
What appeared to be a younger buff-er Alan was all teeth and grin. "What do think?"
"Susan?"
"Of course I'm Susan, who else would I be?"
"But you look like me" Alan said stupidly.
"I beg to differ", Susan declared crossing hairy arms across a muscular chest and posing. I look nothing like a cute little redheaded stripper."
