Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 11.

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. As I gathered my wits memories of the night before came flooding back like a tide of warm wet — Oh my god. I remembered what I had done, and at some point it all faded into a blur.

Glancing around my bedroom I saw discarded clothing on the floor. Most of it was mine, but I didn’t recognise some bits and pieces, mostly feminine in nature. I stumbled to my feet and checked the living room. Nothing. No one. That was a relief.

I stepped into the bathroom and caught sight of my face in the mirror. Smudged makeup, eyeliner running down my cheeks. Oh god, what had they done to me. On the surface of the mirror was a message in crimson, the gold lipstick lying beside the soap.

“See you next week!”

I mouth the words, “Not if I see you first”, and reached for my toothbrush. There was an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. The phone kept on ringing.

I brushed my teeth and used some mouth wash, by which time the phone had fallen into silence. After a few minutes with makeup remover and a quick shower I was beginning to feel more human. I pulled on my robe and went to the kitchen.

The view from my apartment overlooks the lake at the River North district, and the sun was well and truly up. I glanced at the clock and saw it was already nine…