He wears a dress

Tracy pulled the sheet he was covered by and stood up. The room began spinning and he grabbed the side of the bed to keep from falling over. He waited a moment until everything returned to normal.

“Okay, I just need to take it slow for now,” he told himself.

He looked down at himself and saw he was still wearing the tight white briefs that made a disturbingly flat front. That wasn't all, however, as he was also wearing something wrapped around his chest. Straps around his shoulders kept the cupped fabric in place as he began an attempt to take it off. In his muddled state of mind he decided to ignore it for now and just get dressed, instead.

He picked up a shirt and pulled it over his head. It was a light red color made of a nice, soft material. It looked longer than he realized and the hem of the shirt hung low, passed his hips and down to above his knee.

“That doesn't make sense...” he says to himself before being interrupted.

“Ese vestido se ve hermoso en ti! Do you need help with your new tacones altos? ” the nurse said with a smile.

Tracy didn't know how to respond so he just smiled. He was about to ask where the pants were but the nurse interrupted by picking up a pair of light red shoes and slipped them onto his feet. The heeled shoes **** him to have to focus on not tripping over and confusion filled him.

“Why where these shoes like this?” he thought to himself.

On a different day, he would have clearly seen what was done to him but he just wasn't in the right state of mind to figure it out. Instead, he focused on walking as the nurse helped him out of the building. She waved to Tracy as once again he was in out in the sun but this time in a dress and wearing heels.