After completing his second draft of the presentation, Richard allowed himself a moment's rest and looked out the window of his office. It was then that he noticed something odd about his reflection in the glass, drawing his attention down to his outfit.
"What the hell?" he muttered, looking down at his outfit, which was quite different then his usual sharp business suit...
He was wearing a skirt...him...It was a simple black number, not too short, not too long. Below it, he saw a pair of black shoes.
This did not make sense, but he didn't have time to think about it. He was late...for something.
