I have my purse, so I might as well.

"According to my instructions, I'm supposed to drop you off at the mall and pick you up in four hours. Here you are!"

"Thank you, Marty. How much is that?" You open your purse, expecting to pay.

"No, Ma'am. It's all been taken care of at the office. They also told me, in no uncertain terms, that I'm not allowed to accept a tip."

"Oh, okay. Thanks." you step out of the car and watch as Marty pulls away.

You look around. You are outside. Out of the house. At a mall.

DRESSED AS A WOMAN.

You walk into the mall, hyperventilating. Is everyone looking at you? What are the women thinking? But more importantly, what are the men thinking?? You think about your enormous boobs in this outfit. Are the men looking at them? Your eyes are zipping around so fast trying to see if anyone is looking at you strangely that you make yourself dizzy.

You decide to sit down for a bit.

"Well, I guess this is it..." You think to myself. "I'm free. Now all I need to do is to go to a pay phone (they still have those, right?), call one of my friends and have them pick me up. Then I can go to a doctor, or a chemist, or someone and get all this crap removed from my body. And then I can come back with crow- bars and dismantle the house so it will never trap anyone ever again."

But then why are you so sad?

You worry and think, your mind going round-and-round in circles, until you look up and see your reflection in the shop window.

You are beautiful!

With pleasure, you sit up and just look, turning your head from side to side, admiring yourself from all angles. You purse your lips. You give yourself little kisses. You smile ("I have such nice teeth," you realize). You smooth your dress over your body, and you primp your hair. You use your makeup mirror to touch-up your lipstick and powder.

All the while, as you're preening in front of the shop window, you know what you *should* be doing. You are free. You have a job, right? You have responsibilities. What about those papers from Mr. Hewitt's safe you were supposed to find? You were supposed to take those back to your lawyer.

And then take all this stuff off and return to your previous life....

... as an ordinary, boring, grey, colorless, easily forgotten paralegal.

"Hello there!"

You look up, into the eyes of a handsome young man.

"I haven't seen you here before," he says.

"Oh, hi!" You respond, trying your best to disguise your voice. "My name is Jennifer."

"I'm Jason. I saw you through the window there... I'm the manager of the store... and I thought, well...I thought you were... smiling at me..." his voice, initially so confident, falls off into unintelligible mumbles as he looks at you with his sandy hair and brown eyes rather sheepishly.

You stare at him. Is he nervous talking to me? Why would he be nervous talking to... oh....

"I'm sorry, Jason. I was just admiring my new... um... 'outfit' in the window."

"I see," he says, crestfallen.

"But if I had seen you, I certainly would have smiled at you!"

"Your new outfit is certainly stunning!" he gushes, "You're probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen here."

"Aren't you the charmer!" you laugh. "Why don't you have a seat and we can chat for a while. I'm just killing time for a few hours."