You decide to hide, you can't risk letting your neighbor seeing you like this. You stumble down the two steps the shoes mean your progress is very slow. you teeter on the 4 inch stiletto heels fearing you will twist your ankle at any moment. Crouching down behind the dumpster you feel the evening chill and realize that the sensations under the dress are not those caused by your usual Calvin Kleins. You peak and discover you are actually wearing a lacy pink thong that matches your shoes and dress, you have no doubt that the bra stretched around your chest is also a perfect match.

It has been a nightmare evening and you still have no idea how you have ended up here dressed like this. The cold gets to you and your already foggy brain slowly drifts into a deep slumber despite the awkward position you are slumped in.


You are shocked awake by the squeal of brakes and before you have chance to gather your thoughts you are rudely exposed as the dumpster you are hiding behind is jerked violently away by two workers. You try to dash for the door, anything to get away from the workers on the dumpster truck. You press random buzzers in panic trying to ignore the shouts, wolf whistles and the deafening sound of the truck's horn.
  
By some miracle the door buzzes open and your fall sprawling into the lobby. You grab your keys and try to run up the stairs to your apartment and safety. The shoes slow your progress awfully and doors of the apartment block begin to open the commotion having woken almost everyone.

"Morning Alan", "Oh my look at Mr Jefferson", "oh my goodness", "dressed like a hooker", "I didn't think he was like that"

You try to ignore the voices, as you fumble with the keys in the door. Your reputation is in tatters, how can you even face your neighbors.  Slam the door behind you and crumple to the floor exhausted and utterly humiliated.