In the storefront window, Tom could see the reflection of a woman standing where he was.
She was in her twenties, with long dark hair, and was wearing a low-cut top and a pair of tight jeans.
"What the ..." the woman mouthed the words.
Tom didn't know what to do. He panicked and started to run ... and he didn't stop til he was several blocks away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the fake ID. That had been when this all started, he realized.
It read Roxanne Simmons ... the woman from the reflection stared back at him from the photo. He dropped the ID into a nearby garbage can like it was toxic. Then he walked into a nearby coffee shop. "What can I get you, miss?" the guy behind the counter asked.
Shit, Tom thought. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he needed to find a way out of this.
"I'm not a miss," he insisted. He reached for his own ID and showed it to the guy. "See? I'm not a woman."
The guy behind the counter blinked. "Never said you were."
Tom looked at him oddly, then noticed his reflection in a nearby mirror. His appearance was back to normal! He sighed with relief.
But then he got to thinking. Now that he knew that he could "change back" by showing someone his original ID, maybe getting another one of those fake ones could be useful. If only he hadn't thrown away the one that he had.
