Heading to the office

After Amber had brought Sam back whatever reality this was, she immediately grabbed his hand and began pulling him outside and towards her car.

Sam struggled to get control of his center of gravity in his new footwear, but was unable to- and thus was unable to resist Amber's leading him to her car.

"Please...Amber...I can't go to the office without clearing things up. I can't go in there in THIS!"

"You should have thought about that before you got dressed."

"I DID think about it! That's what I need to clear up! Something very weird is happening- and I don't know why-"

Sam was interrupted by Amber putting a finger to his lips to silence him.

"Today is too important for you to play hooker, sorry, HOOKEY. I've got enough on my plate without dealing with your excuses you're pulling off the top of your head." Amber said.

Sam grew concerned with these weird phrases she had been saying. Such as "I've already been came on, now its your turn." And that weird "hooker"/"hookey" mix up. Not to mention, just yesterday she was like putty in the palm of his hand, and now she was being overwhelmingly authoritative. His world appeared to be shifting away from the sexual wonderland amidst the cross dressing of the previous day- and he didn't have a good feeling for where it was shifting to...

"So..." Amber continued, "I need you to get in the car, and not say another word till we get to the office. Otherwise, I might have to punish you..."