You need a shower.

The instant you step inside they say in unison, “Take a fucking shower.” As it is a trailer it isn’t hard to find, yet you still sort of feel like you’ve been here before. You climb in and take an hour long shower, sort of discovering yourself as you do. You clearly aren’t tall, and if the two guys are 6’ ish like you think you would seem to be maybe 5’2” or so. You are skinny as hell, your tits are tiny but perky, and your ass and legs are amazing. “So I’m Max?” You ask your reflection in the mirror. Just then the door opens and you are staring at someone you simultaneously don’t recognize, are terrified of, and somehow think is your brother. “Dan...”

You are cut off by a right hook that slams you against the wall hard enough that you see stars. “What the fuck Max? You know they were planning to kill you as soon as their boss arrived right?” He grabs your neck, “And you’re what? Taking a fucking shower? Are you really that stupid? I told you last time never to come back to Chicago. What happened to Quebec?”

“It’s to cold.” You say, the taste of blood on your tongue. This gets you slapped, but not as hard.

“What the hell Daniel? You can’t just hit people.” Another familiar voice yells at your attacker, then, “Oh hi Max. I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Hi Trent, how’s your mom?” You say rubbing your face.

Your brother lets go of you, “Put some fucking clothes on.” He tosses you a towel and lights a cigarette as he walks outside. You follow but don’t see any sign of your clothes, or purse for that matter. Looking outside you don’t even see the car you came in, but you do see one of guys you fucked, the older one, Adam, getting stuffed in the back of an undercover squad car. You look around the trailer for your clothes but never do find them. On the kitchen table you do find the keys and signed away title for a gz250 plus folded in with the title are 3 $100 bills. Something tells you to check the bottom drawer of the smaller bedroom and you find a pair of silver open toe ankle strap sandals with chunky 6” platform heels. They are size 6 and they fit perfectly. You also find a pink thong and an open back black sleeveless tube dress that fits as well, though admittedly it barely covers your ass, so some would argue it should be a tad longer to say it was your size. In the closet you find another army style jacket, this one has long sleeves, that fits as well. You get dressed and walk outside to see your brother and his partner arguing about what to do about someone named Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie and me are square. I paid him.” You call over to them.

“How?” Your brother demands.