"You're in luck!" said Kat.
"Why did you put this outfit on me?"
"Silly. I saw it on the internet and liked it enough to want to give it to you. It's a present. I'm like those
native american's who give away things on their birthday rather than receive."
"That was the Iroquois, I think" said Dan.
"Smart!" said Kat, already digging into the pint of ice-cream. She tossed into carefully at Dan, who found it
hard to move in the skirt and bra, as they constricted him. He barely caught it, but tripped over right in
front of Kat.
"I gave you some heeled sandal's just now."
"I can see that", and then Dan took a bite of ice-cream. It was his favorite next to green mint.
"Want to do your make-up now?"
"No"
"Of course you do!", and Kat helped you off the floor to the vanity mirror. You both stared at yourself in the
mirror, not seeing Daniel but Danielle. She was really pretty. Her bra and skirt matched her perfectly.
"Amazing, huh?" said Kat.
Dan was conflicted. SHE was beautiful. It's almost like the mirror was bewitched. As if Dan was slowly losing
his will to power. His desire to be who he was born to be. A man.
"You're tricking me. This is all an illusion."
"Son, do shut up and let me help you. Unless you want me to tarnish this lovely visage and make you a street
walker good enough for SNL Sean Connery."
"What's wrong with Sean Connery on SNL?"
"He Garfunkel's Alex Trebek's elderly mother. Do you want to crack a hip in the middle of meaningless sex by
some creepy man? If not, listen to me."