Do you mean the earpiece is still in my ear and the house is still giving me instructions? What the fuck??

"WHAT THE FUCK?" you look around. Of course, the earpiece is still in your ear... but isn't this supposed to be over? YOU MEAN IT'S NOT OVER YET???

*DING DONG*

Damnit, the doorbell. You walk to the front door, your heels going "click-click-click" on the hardwood floors, but just before you open it, you pause.

YOU ARE DRESSED AS A WOMAN.

Suddenly, this freaks you out, more than you can say. The person on the other side of the door (you assume it's a person!!) will be the first actual human being on this planet to see you like this! Assuming that the house computer hasn't been live-streaming your whole training regimen to the internet this whole time. But somehow, that doesn't feel like something Jack Hewitt would do.

And it's not like you can just go to his closet and just change! Probably nothing of Mr. Hewitt's clothes would fit you anyway (except maybe the secret fem-clothing closet in the back!!), but also you have tits! And a nice big ass! (and no penis, but we'll get to that later).

Shit-shit-shit. What to do??

*DING DONG*

Damnit! Whoever is on the other side of that door is persistent. What to do, what to do?? Should you just answer it and pretend to be Jennifer? Should you answer and explain that you're really Paul? SHOULD YOU JUST GO AND HIDE AND DEAL WITH THIS TOMORROW??

You can't decide! You go back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth...!

Open the door.

Jolted into action, obedient and submissive as ever (your submissiveness is now {I am submissive}%!!), you open the door.

"Excuse me, are you Jennifer?"

It's a cute young man dressed in a pair of dress slacks and a simple dress shirt. He has a nice, friendly smile.

WAIT, DID YOU JUST CALL HIM A 'CUTE YOUNG MAN'???

"Yes?" you unconsciously fiddle with your hair, and then realize that this is a flirting gesture. Damn it!

"Miss Jennifer of 413 Pine Orchard Way?"

"Yes.. ummm... I guess... Yes, that's me."

Suddenly you are acutely aware of your voice being too low.

"Early morning, huh? Well, I don't blame ya. It takes me at least three cups of coffee before I remember my name."

You try to pitch your voice higher.

"And you are...?"

"Oh, sorry. Name's Marty. I'm your driver for today?"

"I didn't order a driver..."

"Well, the order came from a Mr. Hewitt..." He hesitates, wondering if you're going to cause him trouble.

"But..."

"His instructions were very specific. We received them along with payment just yesterday. Here, they gave me a print-out of his E-mail."

He shows you the message and you glance at it, not really looking.

Marty looks worried. "I'm supposed to take you to the mall, first."

The mall? What the fuck is going on?

"Okay, just let me get something, okay?"

"Sure thing. I'll be waiting in the car."

You look out the front door and see his sedan parked in the driveway.