You find Christy waiting by the entrance.
"Hey," she says, "sorry I had to leave like that."
"It's fine," you say.
"So... would you want to?"
You think back to when you were talking before. "Become a dress, you mean?"
"Yeah."
"As a one-way trip?" you ask.
She shrugs. "I mean, I dunno. It depends."
"Depends on what?"
"...how well you turn out? How you feel about it once you're changed? How much you like your own life? How much you miss it as time goes on?"
"...this isn't hypothetical, is it?" you ask.
Christy giggles and shakes her head. "Nope! I can do it right now."
You think of the fact that your new boss has basically promised to make you a balloon and take a deep breath. "Okay," you say, "do it."