You wake up with a grin. Your head hurts, but you had a great time. You pick up the phone and dial Mark. He should've transported back to his home 3 hours after he'd been taken off. There was no answer on Mark's cell, so you try his land line. Mike picks up, he's Mark's room mate, and no Mark never came home.
By rights, you should've taken Mark off at Midnight, and he would have transported home right then and there. You had planned to take him off in the ladies room, but then Biff had wanted to dance, and you had another idea. It had been 2AM when you and Biff left the bar. You had gotten home at 3AM, and Biff had taken Mark off you. If Mark had lain on the floor, he'd have transported home after 3 more hours (3 hours added to the tf for the 3 hours you'd worn him past midnight). But he hadn't lain on the floor, Biff had put the panties on his head. If Biff had fallen asleep with the panties on his head or had worn them home, Mark would be having more hours added to the time he would be panties. He would still transport back as soon as he had been off for the number of hours that Mark had been worn passed midnight. You're not too worried, but you know Mark will be pissed if you don't appear to do something. He'll probably also have panicked by now thinking that the transformation was permanent instead of adding only extra hours.
You phone Katie, maybe Tom has Biff's number.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about Biff," Katie begins before you even speak. "Tom told me about his trophy collection. I can't believe a guy in this day and age actually does one-night stand after one night stand to collect women's panties."
"He what?" you growl.
"Yeah, it's his fetish. Tom said that Biff jacks off in them, and wears them for days until they lose the girl's scent," Katie clicks her tongue tsking.
"So he's still wearing Mark," you blurt out.
"Huh?"
"Oh, those panties Mark gave me," you hastily explain. Katie's a party buddy, but there's no need to tell her everything. "So what does he do with the panties after that?" you ask nonchalantly.
"Oh, that's the weird thing. Tom said Biff had one pair bronzed and uses it as a paperweight. Nine other pairs are pressed between glass and framed hanging over his sofa. Oh, and get this he had four or five red silk panties recut and sewn into boxer shorts for him. This guy is a real case. He bragged to Tom that he's bagged over 300 pair of panties since coming to town."
"What's his address?" you ask.
You are worried. How will the spell work if Mark has been cut into pieces or bronzed. Will a life sized Bronze statue of Mark appear in his apartment? Will bloody pieces of his cut up body materialize there? If he's pressed between glass, is that like he's still being worn?
"Biff? Oh, I'll ask Tom. Hey, Tom..."