After a long walk Luke finally arrived, panting and stumbling, at his home. The trip there had been hellish. His skirts, while wide, still constricted his movements terribly; and in combination with Peach's high heels forced him to take tiny, dainty steps. Running was impossible, and walking swiftly was nearly so. Branches and underbrush constantly threatened to trip him up by snagging on his gown (which mysteriously never seemed to rip). His new body was seemingly unable to withstand any exertion, and worst of all he was discovering the hard way why corsets had gone out of fashion. It was simply physically impossible for him to take a deep breath with the damn thing crushing his diaphragm.
Gathering his skirts up irritably, he shuffled to his front door. But after giving the nob a turn, he discovered it was locked.
With dawning horror, Luke realized that he had no way into the house. His keys had been in his pocket before he changed. But now...well, he didn't have any pockets. His wallet, keys, and cell phone had all vanished when he changed. He had no way inside or to call for help, even if he could explain his saccharine new voice.
