Your head is throbbing and your body aches. You try to get everything into focus, the world is a blur and you can't get your thoughts in order. You try to remember what you were doing, You remember being in the bar with Steve but after that it is blank.  You decide to focus on where you are now.

As consciousness returns the blurred shapes slowly take on a more defined solid nature and you realize you are outside the door of your own apartment block. Relief washes over you, you're very close to safety and the comfort of your own bed.

But as quickly as that relief came it is stolen away as you realize the door is locked and you have no keys, but oddly that is not the major thing you need to worry about.

You can see your feet, they don't look like your feet but they must be as they move when you think about them. The problem is that the feet you can see are wearing pink-platformed high-heels and the legs are dressed in white fishnet stockings. Now very aware of the surroundings you see that you are wearing a very short pink bodycon dress stretched over a large bust.

Obviously there are no pockets in the dress, you try the door in vain hoping it might be open but it is firmly shut. It is then through the glass panels that you see your keys lying on the lobby floor so close and yet so far away.

You wrack your brain for what to do. You could ring the bell of your neighbor, hopefully she will be in and would just buzz the door for you to get in but you are terrified of anyone seeing you dressed like a two bit hooker. Alternatively you could hide behind the dumpster just to the side of the door and hope someone comes back so you can tailgate them.