"What did you do? Where the hell is she? Where's her head?" Her husband was screaming.

Wyatt just kept walking, his heels clicking as he walked, now louder as he picked up the pace. He kept going, not looking back, not caring what this guy said, just as long as he didn't try anything.

After he walked past a couple of houses, he looked to see if he was being followed. He wasn't. He breathed a sigh of relief and kept walking.

Having a body this small and feminine felt so strange, especially the clothes. Pantyhose felt completely alien to him, and nothing he had worn in his life prepared him for heels.

Now, as for her, the man's wife, he had no idea. He just found himself in her house like this. He hoped she was okay, he really...

He now had his answer. There she was, her forty-ish, small, pretty head on his body. She saw him as she walked, it being pretty much impossible for him to hide how he looked, and as their eyes met, both did something neither expected.

They shrugged. She wasn't mad, at least not at him, and she seemed to be just as much of a loss for all of this as he was. While he was glad she was safe and wasn't in on it, that did mean that whoever did do this likely wasn't going to be easy to find.

Oh well, he thought as they passed each. Not much they could do. He better get used to being a woman now and she a man. They didn't have much choice.