"My word..." The receptionist said. That was Mr. Edmonds from room 817. She would recognize him from anywhere with his smile and big personality, but that certainly was not his body! She had no illusion about this being a crossdressing thing, his head was clearly stitched onto the body of a woman!

He looked over at another employee, a manager who just stopped what she was doing and stared, not believing what she was seeing. He then turned and looked at the receptionist.

"Kathy, right?"

"Y-yes. Can I help you, Mr. Edmonds?"

"Yes, actually. I don't suppose there's a point in being coy, it is very obvious what my current situation is. To answer, no, I don't know how this happened and no, this was not my doing, however, I cannot say I'm displeased with this turn of events. What I would like from you, my dear, is to contact your security and see who might have been in room 903, which is where I found myself. Also, I do require new clothes and if the hotel could get me a car and a driver to go clothes shopping, I would be very grateful. I will charge your establishment for the clothes, I will handle that myself, but I do insist the transportation be picked up by this hotel."

"Yes, I think we can manage that. I'll get you a car and a driver, and I'll inform security right away. Do you wish me to inform the police as well?"

"Yes, that would be a good idea, but if we can inform them after my shopping I would be obliged. After all, one must have their priorities, correct?"