Perverts

For an eternity did she float in nothingness, her only company the spirit's magic. And then, without warning, the void changed. It seemed to grow a form, a thickness, and it began to close in on Nicole. Tighter and tighter it pressed in on her, shaking her from her meditative state, snapping her back to the present. And then it began to move.

Panic rose in her throat. Nicole's consciousness was engulfed in a swirling vortex, as if she were being sucked into a black hole. The darkness around her was thick and oppressive, and she felt disoriented and dizzy.

Everything changed.

Suddenly, she was standing on a bustling street corner in the heart of an urban metropolis, surrounded by a sea of people, all of them men. The buildings around her were towering and majestic, their shimmering glass facades reflecting the busy street below. Neon lights flickered and danced, casting a colorful glow on the scene. The smells of food, perfume, and sweat mingled in the air, creating a heady, almost intoxicating aroma.

Then, like a cold breeze on a summer's day, a sense of unease crept over her. Something was off. Something was wrong. No, this place that she found herself felt inexplicably good, safe. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Nicole enjoyed the fresh air and the sunshine. Wherever Nicole was, she was happy to be there.

It was the men. There was something wrong with the men.

It took her a minute, but then it hit her. Some of these men were dressed like perverts!

Not all, of course. About half of them were walking down the street wearing skirts, dresses, heels, the type of clothes she would expect a man to wear. She watched as a respectable man in a red backless bodycon dress walked by and smiled. Sometimes men forget to take care of their appearance, but seeing a properly dressed man unashamed to show off his style made her heart feel glad.

It's was the man's companion that turned her stomach.

A suit.

The man, believe it or not, was wearing a suit!

Nicole couldn't believe her eyes. What kind of perverted person would be okay with a man walking around in public dressed like that? Certainly not Nicole! She was raised right!

Then her eyes darted to the next couple. A slightly overweight man in wearing a stylish blue skirt, red thigh high boots, white top with a red bow at the collar, and matching white gloves. Ah sailor in from port! He must have gotten shore leave for the day. His partner was a young man wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.

Disgusting.

Over and over again Nicole was subjected to perverse men walking around with perfectly respectable men. Maybe it was some sort of reform program, the men properly dressed spending time with the offenders to help them connect with society in a more healthy manner.

Whatever the case, Nicole wanted nothing to do with these degenerates. At random, she picked a direction and started walking. She didn't know where she was, but on a warm sunny day like that day, she would be damned if she wasted her time hanging around surrounded by inappropriate men.