As Jim headed upstairs, his phone rang. Seeing that it was from Rick's house, he answered. "Hello".
Rick responded, "Hey, man. I've got a slight problem here. I'm leaving the house in a few minutes, and I can't find my phone. To make matters worse, I'm not sure when I'll be around a phone later, so can I change you now, instead?"
"Geeze, for someone asking for a big favor, you're really making my life difficult, here. You're lucky I'm still at home, and no one else is; I suppose now really is as good a time as any."
"Sorry about this. See you at the theater." They hung up, and Jim surveyed the damage.
He found himself wearing black stiletto heels, black hose, a black leather miniskirt, and a silk, kelly-green baby-doll top that showed acres of cleavage. The only good thing about the change was that he now felt washed. He called downstairs, "Sis. Can you help me up here?"
When she came up and saw him, she asked, "Did that just happen right before you called?" At his nod, she continued, "I felt like something had happened to you then, so maybe this won't surprise me, next time." Changing gears quickly, she said, "Are you going to wear that?"
"I was thinking about it. I didn't have any choice but to wear something similar last time, and Rebecca surprised me by liking it quite a lot."
"Well, it certainly is sexy," Katie agreed. "You'll probably want a longer and looser skirt, though, if you're going skating. You'll have a hard time moving in that one; plus, you'll probably end up showing off a lot. I'd hate to hear that my brother dresses like a whore," she finished with a smile.
"Hmm... how about this beige one," he asked, holding up one of the ones he'd bought last weekend.
"Knee length? That should be perfect."
"Thanks," he said. "Can you help me with make-up? I might be stuck like this for the moment, but I still want to look my best."
"What did you want to do?"
"Just minimal enhancement," he assured her. "If you can't tell I'm wearing it, it's probably perfect."
"Ok, this should only take a few minutes."
They went into her room, where Katie kept her makeup. She started to explain about the first couple of things to try, but when she handed him things, he deftly applied them perfectly. "Have you been wearing makeup, and somehow hiding it from me," she asked.
"No. It's weird. Since I don't know what I'm doing, I'm just holding my hands limply while I listen to you, and muscle memory seems to be taking over. I'm not doing a thing, consciously."
"That's really strange. Well, can't argue with results; you're doing as good a job as I could." After watching him continue for another minute, she said, "That looks perfect. Well, have a good time."
