I had an idea. I acted on it as quickly as I could.
A moment later, three big guys came to where I had stood with Linda. They saw a figure dart down the alley and around the corner.
"He got away?" one of the men said.
"Yes," said "Linda." "Don't worry about it. I think he's too scared to do anything."
"What did he do anyway?"
"Nothing, really. He's a neighborhood kid who pulled a prank."
"Will you be okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Could we get your autograph?"
"Sure, but I don't have anything to write with."
"Here, I got a card. In fact, just send three photos of yourself to me. Autograph them to Fred, Larry, and Dick."
"Sure. I'll get them off to you tomorrow."
"Don't forget!"
"Linda" turned around a started to walk out of the alley, when another man said "That's funny?"
"Linda" faced the man and asked what he meant.
"I coulda sworn you were wearing high heels."
"Not today," said "Linda." "My feet have been hurting me."
"Aw, too bad. Get home and soak 'em in hot water."
"I'll do that."
An hour later, I walked into my house. I had turned myself back into me, and Linda's clothes into something I felt more comfortable with. I checked in my hamper and found the clothes I had made run down the alley had reappeared with my dirty clothes.
Then, I took off the backpack and turned it back into Linda Wu's purse. I didn't want to see her make-up in what looked like my backpack.
I opened the purse and took out the pantyhose -- good thing those men hadn't noticed she -- that is, I -- wasn't wearing those anymore either. I held the pantyhose in front of me, so that the toe of one stocking was dangling before my face. And inside the stocking was the real Linda Wu -- naked, scared, and eight inches tall.
Great. I had kidnapped a celebrity.