The village was not an ideal place to acquire the feminine finery Nicola found herself craving, but she managed to hook up with a maid to the local bigwig who sold her mistress's cast off clothing. Nicola found herself clothed in a relatively practical skirt and blouse combo of a faded red and feminine underthings, which she was trying not to think of as used. In any event, she felt like she was more appropriately dressed for her new gender, which was nice. Nicola particularly relished the contrast between her colorful garments and the sombre dress of her partner, Alessa.
What is he doing here, Nicola wondered as she saw the shabbily dressed man approaching Alessa. He brushed by the two, Nicola tripped him (damn, this is hard in this body, she thought) and the man fell to the ground with Nicola's shapely foot on his throat.
"What?" asked Alessa, plainly puzzled.
"Check your purse, sweetheart." responded Nicola.
Alessa felt for the small bag of money she usually carried at her belt. "It's gone!"
Nicola laughed. "Meet Jimmy the worm, pursecutter."
"Hi" said Jimmy "Who the hell are you?"