"Karyn, we do know each other," Jon said.
"I'm sure we don't. I don't recognize your name or your voice."
"Why would I lie about it?"
"Well, it isn't that large a town, I guess," Karyn said. She told him her address. "How soon can you get over here? I want to give you your things, but I do have to be somewhere."
"I'll come right over," he said. He didn't remember losing a bag...but he had nothing on him but the clothes on his back. And he needed to see Karyn. It was no wonder she didn't recognize his voice. He must sound very different.
He headed toward the door, locking it behind him, finding moving in the boots to be much easier than before, and started toward Karyn's house. He felt like the changes were being blasted to him with each step. He could feel the breasts under his shirt as he moved, and even how he walked had changed, which was probably why the boots didn't bother him as much.
He came up the walk and rang the doorbell, then looked left and right. Suddenly, he wasn't so sure he was in the right place. His memories were conflicting with his gut feelings.
The door opened...
