You head home.

About 1:00 you finally wake enough to get your bearings. Your panties are ruined, your shirt can be fixed, you figure, but at best you can tie it into a slutty halter top you suppose. You find your skirt, socks, shoes, and bra in fine shape, but dirty. Checking your phone you see your schedule says you work at five. By train and bus that gives you an hour and a half of transit, maybe two to clean up and get ready. You pull your hair back into a cute loose ponytail, add some light makeup, you decide to go a little dark and smile at the little orange haired goth in the mirror.

The transit home is easy enough and again you get a lot of looks, deciding this look is a bit to “Bad goth school girl” for your taste, but other than raiding his clothes you didn’t have any other options. At one point a girl waves at you and the name Tina pops in your head so you wave and say, “Hi Tina.”

She laughs and says, “Walk of shame’s a bitch isn’t it.” Your facial expression is enough answer for her and she offers a high five as you pass her. You accept the offer and the two of you continue on your way. “Please tell me she was hot at least.”

“He.” You say.

“No, say it ain’t so, you switching teams on us?” She gets far enough away that an answer is pointless, but it would appear the former you liked girls. Then again you have no idea what she liked.

You get home and find a rather surprising package at the front door. It is a box, normal enough, but it is addressed to you, not Caitlyn, you, “Holy fuck.” You take it inside and find an envelope attached. Written on it is “Read me first.”