A complication arises.

The buzzing alarm woke you quickly. You could hear straight away that Jack was back, moving around in the kitchen and by the sound of it fixing himself something to eat. That meant that popping a pink pill now was impossible. You definately did not want your buddy knowing that you popping pink pills to earn cash. You would have to take the pill when you got to the club or on the way. You threw the daisy dukes, the cropped Tee-shirt, string bikini and sandals into a holdall along with the make up you had bought and came out of your bedroom.

When you got to the living room Jack was just coming from the kitchen with a plate heaped with fried food. Where exactly your rangy six foot three roomate put all those calories was a mystery. No matter how much he ate he never seemed to gain an ounce. He grinned when he saw you emerge.

"Hey Andy." Jack greeted you. "Just made some bacon and eggs and hash browns, you want some?"

"Uh, no thanks Jack." You declined. "Gotta head out, I have that audition I told you about."

"Oh yeah, is that today? That was quick." Jack looked up from his plate. "If you hang on a minute I could come with you buddy. A bit of moral support never hurts."

"Um...no." You replied. "It's a private venue, that's why it pays so well. There'd be hassle getting you in."

"Oh...OK then. Well knock them dead buddy." Jack turned his attention back to his food.

The drive to the strip club was uneventful and you pulled over to the side of the road a few hundred yards away. It looked quiet and as good a place as any to take the pills. Changing your clothes in the car would be a bit awkward, but potentially less awkward than finding a restroom. Walking into a girls toilet as a guy or out of a guys toilet as a girl could easily create a difficult situation. It was now about five in the afternoon, you had already decided three pills would be needed if each lasted four hours. The last thing you wanted was to change back halfway through a dance routine. That would leave just two, but if you got the gig then you would not be starting this early next time and besides you should have cash for more pills by tomorrow.

You popped the three pills one after the other and washed them down with a swig of water from a bottle in the glove compartment. You had been told in the pharmacy out of town where you had bought the pink pills that they stacked, as the pharmacist had termed it. That should give you twelve hours as "Candy", despite your misgivings you had decided to keep the name you used with Bryan earlier. Things were complicated enough, using more aliases would get confusing.

As before the change was quick and painless, just a feeling of pressure then a bizarre sensation of everything you were wearing or touching moving around you and you were a girl once more. You took a glance in the mirror though it hardly needed confirming. Changing your clothes inside the car was indeed a little awkward, wriggling out of your jeans to put on the bikini bottoms and daisy duke cut offs was the hardest part. At least that though was hidden by the bodywork of the car, anyone watching would just see a pretty girl squirming and wriggling in the drivers seat. To put on the bikini top and Tee-shirt you needed to take the other shirt off first and just as you was tying the white string bikini in place you heard the short blare of a police siren and in the mirror could see a county sheriff's cruiser pulling in behind you.

You sat in a panic as you watched the deputy get out of the cruiser and come forward to the driver's door. Your driver's ID of course no longer matched how you looked in any detail. A fact which had not even occurred to you before this moment. You wound down your window and nervously smiled at the deputy.

"You know why I stopped Miss?" The deputy asked.

The deputy was about thirty at a guess, heavily built but not what you would call fat. He seemed relaxed which you took as a good sign, perhaps a pretty face and a smile would get you out of this with just a mild warning.

"Yes, I think so officer." You answered. "I just needed to adjust my clothing, I made sure I pulled over first to be safe."

"Well it looked to me a mite more than adjusting Miss." The officer said, though not unpleasently. "I was driving down the other lane and just pulled a U-turn. When I first saw you it appeared that you were flashing your breasts. Now this ain't New Orleans and it ain't mardi gras. Exposing a rack that fine to motorists could easily cause an accident. I did a double take myself when I saw you."

"I'm sorry officer, I wasn't thinking." You apologised, trying your best to sound sweet and innocent. "I was running late for a dance audition and needed to um...change.It won't happen again, I promise."

"Well I guess there's no harm done. I'll let you off with a warning this time." The deputy gave you a smile. "I'll just need to see your driver's ID and you can be on your way."

You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. If you were pulled in for driving without ID then you would miss the audition. Worse you would probably need to call Jack, explain what had happened and get your roomate to pick you up at the sheriff's office. Numbly you got your ID from the pocket of the jeans that were on the passanger seat next to you and handed it over to the deputy. The officer took the ID and studied it for several long awful seconds in silence.

"I see. X-Change pink pills?" The deputy asked at last.