Chapter 23

I went back in the bedroom and search the closet for the rest of the outfit franca had directed me to wear. A box on the shelf above her blouses is labeled "wig/shoes." I took it down and set it on the bed to open it. The wig fits snugly on my head. I suddenly have straight, black hair that falls just below my ears. The bottom edge is crisp and sharp like a broom. The bangs are just as dramatic, going straight across my forehead just above my eyebrows. The shoes she has chosen for me are totally slutty. Shiny, black, six-inch heels. I slip my feet into them and take a few tentative steps across the room. I feel the shoes forcing me to perk up my chest and ass. The line from that Shania Twain song flashes through my brain, "Man, I feel like a woman." I took a cute, black purse and throw my wallet inside. It's time to leave. My Dad Lexus SUV is parked in the garage. I climb in and crank it up, thankful that the windows are tinted. At least I won't have to humiliate myself in front o