A Red Dress

Waiting for him was the phone and a red shirt. Wanting to get into something dry quickly, Jamie tossed the robe of and grabbed the shirt and slid it on. The fabric kept going past his hips, however and settled by his knees. Jamie looked down, passed his swollen chest and saw that he was in fact, wearing a dress.

“What? I better take this off fast before she comes back and sees me like this,” he thought, frantic.

Jamie had just grabbed the dress when the woman came walking back, his shoes in hand.

“Don't worry, I was able to salvage your shoes. Your clothes...not so much. You can keep that, we were just going to toss it anyway. Anyway, let me help you with your shoes,” she said.

Jamie was overcome with embarrassment at his current attire and didn't fight as she slipped his comfortable heels back on. Happy as he was to not be freezing, he tried to ask about men's clothes but she didn't hear very clearly. She did notice him scratching his chest though the dress.

“Oh, right. Sorry. That was all I could find but don't worry. I've called a friend of mine and she is willing to help you out. Your Uber will be here soon and take you over. Oh, here, for your phone,” she told him as she handed him a purse.

He took it but was dumbfounded. She didn't actually expect him to go out in public like this, did she? Even if he was going to get a new set of clothes from her friend, the embarrassment would kill him first.

“Ah, it's here. Hurry up, don't want to miss it,” She said pushing him out of the locker room.

Even if he wanted to stop her, he had far from mastered his footwear. She helped him outside and right into a waiting car.

“At least no one but the driver can see me,” he thought as he sunk low in the car seat.