“What’s wrong with my current clothes?” I look down. I’m wearing a pink tank top and a pair of casual jeans from the GAP. My sandals are a hand-me-down pair from Lizzy. “Nothing at all,” he assures me smoothly. “All the same, I do need you to look a little more masculine.” “Masculine?” “Yes. You need to dress as a man.” “Where the hell are you taking me?” He is already out the door, his back to me. “You’ll see.”
