"What are you in for?" a voice asked from behind her. She twirled around on her combat boots and looked towards the person lying on the cell bed. It was a homeless man. "I was apparently urinating in a public place. I can't really remember, though. I was pretty drunk."
Danielle rushed over to the man and wrapped her hand around his neck. "Get one thing straight, mister. I don't care about you. Not one fucking bit. So I won't have you going on and on about your stupid life. Because I don't give a shit. Got that?"
The man (whose name was Thomas) nodded. Then Danielle let him go, causing him to cough a couple of times. And he did what she asked. He kept quiet ... until he noticed something strange about himself.
"What? What happened to my clothes?"
"Hey! What the fuck did I say about ..." Danielle started to say. But she suddenly shut up, after she turned and looked at her cellmate.
Thomas looked down at himself, clearly confused. He was now wearing ...
