Drake lost it. She couldn't seem to help it, tears started flowing. Drake couldn't believe it - he would never cry! He was supposed to keep his own personality. But then, maybe this is what a woman with his personality would do. Admittedly, she didn't understand all the hormonal things women went through and how there were chemical differences between men and women. Or maybe the shock of the change was to blame - all those hormonal differences hitting all at once would make anyone emotional! Most men would probably be reduced to snivelling girls if they had to deal with a female body. Now she was learning first hand that it wasn't all fun and games being a woman, and her respect for women and appreciation for what they went through was increasing quickly.
A dark haired woman came in. Janice, Drake remembered - he had seen her around the gym (back when she was a he). Janice came over to the naked, wet crying young woman, concern written on her face.
"Hey, what's wrong honey?"
"My bag is gone," Drake answered between sniffles. "It had my clothes in it, my keys, everything!"
"Here, dry yourself off," Janice handed Drake a towel. "Now tell me what's your name, and what your bag looked like."
"Dra-" Drake stopped herself just in time, quickly making a name up. "Drew. I'm new here." She took the towel and began drying herself off. "It was a green Nike bag with black trim."
"You don't mean Drake's bag?" Janice asked. "I saw the pervert come in here to get an eyefull, but all I could find when I came in was his bag."
"Well it's his bag but he was letting me keep some of my things in it." At least Drake seemed to have a flair for improvising. "I had an antique oil lamp that was very expensive I was going to give to my grandmother for her 100th birthday tonight. I have to get the lamp back."
"Well honey, I think we need to worry about getting some clothes for you first." Janice seemed to be holding something back. Reluctantly she continued. "I didn't know that Drake was bringing you the bag - he shouldn't have come in here - he should have left the bag with me at the office or had one of the girls bring it in to you."
Drake could tell by Janice's expression that what was coming wasn't good news. "What are you saying?"
"Um, well, I took the bag to the manager, and he took it with him when he left a few minutes ago."
"But I've got to have my stuff tonight!"
Janice put her hands on Drakes shoulders, looking her in the eyes, trying to calm her down. "Look, everything is going to be ok honey. I can get you some clothes and bring you home. We can try calling Bill, but even if we can't get him tonight we can get your stuff tomorrow. He comes in at nine. I'm sure your grandmother will understand."
Drake couldn't believe it, this was aweful. He buried his face in his hands, partly deciding he better play up the helpless girl act... but partly because it wasn't all an act. "You don't understand. Tonight is supposed to be very special, I've been saving for that lamp for over a year. She collects lamps, this would have been very special to her and I've been planning this for so long..."
Janice gave a sympathetic nod. "I'm so sorry Drew, I had no idea... Ok, how bout this? Let me get you something to wear, and we'll try too call Bill."
Drake looked up at Janice hopefully. "Ok. Thank you, Janice."
Janice went to get some clothing.