I left the bathroom and then made my way to the hospital room door, stumbling once on the way. Then, after leaving the room, I stumbled two more times. It was downright difficult to walk in heels unless you were a woman. And since I was a guy (mentally), it was nearly impossible. After a couple of tries, I figured that the best way to walk was slowly and with shorter steps, and that seemed to work. But the damage was already done. I had already attracted too much attention.
The nurse who came to see me earlier approached me. "Ms. Robinson? Are you okay?" she asked me.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. How did women even walk in these things without tripping all the time?
The nurse nodded, then went back to her station.
A minute later, I found myself outside. It was a sunny and pleasant day. I looked around for any landmarks, but didn't see any. I could have literally been in the middle of nowhere.
I walked over to a man standing on the side of the street. "Excuse me," I said.
The man turned to me and smiled.
"I know this is going to sound strange, but can you tell me where I am?"
"Uh, sure. You're ..."
