Thomas looked down at himself, clearly confused. He was now wearing a tight scanty mini-dress with a very low neckline. On a woman, it would show off major cleavage. But on Thomas, it just looked plain strange. On his feet were a pair of 5-inch stiletto heels, causing him to wobble a bit. It all looked like something a hooker would wear. How did all of this obviously-female stuff get on him?
"Don't worry, babe," Danielle said, her anger dissipating. "I'll get us out of here."
"Huh?" What was that woman talking about? Babe? Did she not see that he was a man wearing a dress and not a woman?
"I'm not gonna let those fucking cops lock you up for good," she said, putting her arm around Thomas, then pulling him in for a kiss.
What was happening here? One moment this woman nearly strangles him, and then the next, she kisses him?
But then again, why wouldn't she kiss him? He was her boyfriend after all.
Wait a minute. Boyfriend? he thought.
