Tom's usual jersey and jeans were gone, replaced by a very different outfit - a white halter top and a tight designer flower-print miniskirt. On his feet were 3-inch open-toe heels. It was obviously clothing made for a woman and he looked absolutely ridiculous in it. How did this even happen? One moment, he was normal, and then the next, he looked like this.
He looked around the crowded high school hallway. He was on his way to his locker, but suddenly, he found himself walking in a different direction. What exactly was he thinking anyway? His locker? He didn't have a locker at this school. He wasn't even a student. Or was he? Tom was so confused.
"OMG! Look who it is!" a girl squealed nearby.
"Who is it?" another girl said. "Oh ... my ... gawd! It's Tom Freeman. He's, like, the bestest new pop singer around. I can't believe he's here in my school!" the girl squealed in delight.
Tom turned towards them and smiled, realizing he had some fans at this school. He walked over to them and quickly gave the girls his autograph.
