He gets lost

Stomping out of the park Jame pulled down the broad brim of his conical hat to cover as much of his face as he could. Bad enough that he was a woman and practically naked without anyone seeing his blushes. Head down he hurried on still trying to reach the library clinging to the vague hope that if he can just get there all this will make sense somehow.

"Fuck! Stupid dumb sexy body. Stupid dumb crazy magic making me dress like a hooker." he muttered, "I don't care how great the orgasms are I want my cock back!"

That was it, no more detours, no more experimenting. He resolved to take the shortest route he could. One that would hopefully keep him away from other people too. He walked through narrow back alleys picking his way past overfilled dumpsters and bales of cardboard.

Going this way it should have only been a short journey to his destination but almost half an hour later he is still walking. He takes one turn and then another trying to make his way back to the main road but somehow he keeps getting turned around. No matter which way he turns he can't seem to find a way out. He walked faster, almost running now desperate to escape the seemingly endless network of alleyways.

Worse, he sensed he was not alone in this urban labyrinth. A sinister presence stalked him, staying just out of sight but growing steadily closer with every twist and turn.

Breathing hard and cursing the high heels that were making every step a test of endurance he finally emerged into a sort of courtyard formed by the rear of three apartment blocks and the alley he'd just emerged from. And there, at the center of the open space stood a strange and horrorfying sight.