Freedom in sight?

Jack walked around the corner and waited for the inevitable screams. He was only met with women laughing and talking. Lowering his head he tried to slowly make his way across the room to what he hoped was an exit.

The room with filled with around 30-40 women. All wearing basically the same type of clothing, black leggings, white t-shirt or sports bra and tennis shoes. The vast majority were blondes, though there was a couple of brunettes and a redhead. And they were all generally the same height, starting at 5’6” and going up to 5’9”. To the casual observer, Jack looked no different than any of the women there.

Creeping along towards what he thought was an exit, Jack started breathing easier. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle, a woman with an iPad stepped in front of him and asked, “What’s your last name?”

Realized he was busted, Jack answered softly, “Parker.”