The booth

Connors finished his beer and walked over to the booths. There were people in several of them, most of whom ignored him as he walked by. He couldn't see anyone who matched the figure he had seen in the mirror and he moved on.

The final booth contained a single man who was sprawled out across the padded seats of the booth. He must have been about the same height as Connors, but was wearing black leather from head to toe - shiny leather boots, tight leather jeans, a thick leather belt with a large metal buckle, a red leather uniform shirt and black leather tie, a padded leather jacket. He had a thick beard that was black speckled with grey and his eyes were hidden behind reflective sunglasses. The ensemble was completed with a leather Muir cap on his head. As Connors looked into the booth he looked up.

"Can I help you Officer?"

"No, no, I'm just looking for someone.
"Well I'm definitely someone - are you sure you're not looking for me?"

Connors bristled at the mans question. "If you were who I was looking for, I'd have let you know." He brusquely turned to go and as he did walked straight into a man carrying a tray of drinks. The drinks spilled over Connors soaking the front of his uniform shirt and trousers.

"You IDIOT! Look what you've done!" Connors tried to wipe the material clean but whatever was in the glasses was staining his uniform. "What the hell is this?"

Without Connors noticing the man in the booth had got up and was stood beside him. "Ah , Officer, what a terrible accident. You can't sit here like that, all moist and stained." He turned to the man who was trying to clean up the spilled drinks. "You - get this Officer some replacement clothes. And bring him a hot drink." He then turned to Connors. "In the meantime, sit down with me here - that way no-one will be able to see your stained clothing."

Connors sat down, hating the feel as the wet cloth stuck to his chest and crotch. In less than a minute a steaming cup of coffee appeared in front of him and he took a tentative sip. Although it was hot, the smell and taste was delicious and he could almost feel the warmth running through his body as he took another sip. He felt his anger slip way and soon the cup was empty. There was a cough from beside him and the waiter stood there with an armful of clothes. "You can change in the toilets. I'm so very sorry but this is all we had."

The leathered man leant forward and smiled at him. "I'm sure they will be fine. PC Connors understand it was an accident - don't you officer." Connors nodded "Yes, it's not a problem." He took the clothing and headed into the toilets. He felt strangely light-headed but very calm as he stripped off his uniform and put on the clothes he had been giving. Bundling up his uniform he headed back outside.

As he approached the booth, the man smiled. "Now, isn't that much better? Give your uniform to Jeff there and he'll get it laundered for you. " He stood up. "Now let's see how you look." He walked around Connors appraising him openly. Connors looked completely different. On his torso was a shiny dark blue lycra tanktop, clinging to his muscles and showing them off to good effect. His legs were covered in red lycra making his muscles stand out and showing off his package. On his feet were red Adidas trainers. "Quite the muscle boy, aren't you?" He laughed "Just joking. Take a seat -- I've ordered you another drink."

Connors sat down, strangely compliant and waited for the drink to arrive