Sit & Wait

In spite of her instincts, Kat adjusted the little clothes she had on in an attempt to maintain as much dignity as she could while she waited on the bench... and the sound of clacking high heels grew louder, until eventually the sound's source stepped from the shadows and was revealed; it was...

Well, it looked like... Kat! A- second Kat? Except this one was in a smart white pinstriped pantsuit and matching white high heels. The overall effect of this outfit on her doppelganger was an appearance of supreme confidence and competency- this Kat was a badass.

The pantless Kat's jaw dropped. "Wh- what the HELL is going on?!"

Pantsuit Kat rolled her eyes and looked down at a clipboard. "Girl, did you seriously die with no pants on?"

Kat blushed bright red and tugged the bottom of her t-shirt a little lower. "Yes, I-" Kat's eyes went wide. "Wait, I'm DEAD?!"

Pantsuit Kat nodded and sighed. "Yep. You electrocuted yourself trying to plug in a vibrator. Classy."

Tears formed in Kat's eyes. "But- but- I... what the fuck!?"

Pantsuit looked up and shook her head with pity. "Pull yourself together. We've got to be in court in five minutes."

Kat felt like she couldn't breathe. Well, she literally couldn't breathe because she was dead, but that was beside the point. "Court!? I'm going on trial?"

Pantsuit nodded impatiently. "Yeah, and it's really important we win, so get your act together."

Kat furrowed her brows and bit her lip. "Are you my lawyer?"

Pantsuit's impatient and stern expression finally melted into a smile. "Mmhm!"

"So why do you look like me? Are you my guardian angel?"

Back to stern for pantsuit. "Girl, you're an atheist."

"Agnostic!"

"...Yeah, sure, whatever."

"But- seriously, who are you?"

Pantsuit dusted off her pointy padded shoulder. "Think of me as your good side. I'm the one who acts like an adult and actually has her shit together."

Kat giggled nervously. "Does that make me the bad side?" she joked.

Pantsuit looked down at her pointy heels.

"..."

Kat cracked her toes anxiously. When pantsuit continued to say nothing, Kat furrowed her brows with anger. "Seriously?!"

Pantsuit continued to look at her shoes while she gestured up at her other self. "Well, girl, look at yourself!"

Kat gasped indignantly. "What?!"

"You killed us..."

"-not on purpose!"

"Trying to masturbate..."

"I- I'm not the only one who does that, you know!"

"Wine-drunk..."

"Me and every twenty-something woman on Earth, dude!"

"And you blew off Marie to do it."

Kat went quiet and looked up at her doppelganger, doe-eyed. Tears were welling up again... everything about this was humiliating. And though Kat privately held it as a fetishistic fantasy... she really *hated* feeling embarrassed, too. She always held herself up as a reliable, kind-hearted and put-together person. Yoga twice a week, vegetarian, a nice vaguely-Buddhist-inspired philosophy, and the work-ethic and determination required to 'make it' as an artist. That there was another side of her with a messy desk and a penchant for wine and ice cream and blowing off friends to masturbate... well, that was nobody's business!

Her head was swimming, but for now, Kat had a single, urgent concern.

"Do I have to go to court in my undies?" Kat whined, tugging on the elastic of the little panties to keep her lady-bits better covered.

Pantsuit went wide-eyed. "Shit, I almost forgot." She snapped her fingers, and Kat was suddenly in a full outfit- a long and frilly black satin skirt, black pumps, a dark purple velvet jacket, a choker, and a sheer black lace top. Kat looked down and grinned, forgetting her predicament for a moment. "Hot damn." She traced her finger along her chest. "I look hot."

"You look like a tramp."

"I do not!"

Pantsuit shrugged, seeming a bit confused. "Hm... You *are* evil Kat, so I guess this is what you have to wear."

Kat sneered. "Um, 'evil' Kat!? Maybe that's kind of going overboard, ya think?"

Pantsuit groaned. "Okay, fine, 'bad' Kat, whatever." She checked her watch and grit her teeth. "Shit. We have to get in there. I wish I could explain more, but I can't." She reached out her hand. "Come on."