And she couldn't have that.The world blinked out of existence and I found myself in a grey, bodiless limbo. I had no idea how long time passed that wa..., but the next thing I knew I was out in her world again. The same clouds overhead, the same heady smell of chocolate in the air ... and the same blonde-haired pink-dress little girls running about everywhere.Except now I was one of them. I looked down at realized I was no more than three and a half feet tall at best. My tiny feet were encased in. We'll be brother and sister. People at my office know I'm married to someone, that I'm a responsible executive, not a tramp, so they'll see my costume in the way I behave. But no one there knows you at all. They'll have no reason to think you aren't really my gay brother, the genuine article, until the time comes for the judging." What would I wear?" "I've thought about that. Not much that's different. A tight T shirt, or muscle shirt, maybe a loose satin shirt. Really skin tight jeans, so. We could find a place to make a defensive camp for the night.We had just started pitching camp when trouble first showed itself. A rider came barreling up to us and demanded to see the four horses we had "stolen." That was enough for me. I pulled my gun and cocked it. I pointed the muzzle at the fool's head and ordered him out of camp before I really lost my temper. At least he was smart enough not to try to draw, since I already had the drop on him, and three other people were walking up with. Despite all eight of my minds having failed to read fashion magazines, between what I'd seen this Carol wear and what I'd picked up from my other-dimensional girls, I was able to make several 'intelligent' (cough, cough) comments, further impressing Carol.I also impressed her in other related ways, such as by responding to her suggestions about what store we should visit next by my making comments about that store: "No way. Their major brand gets 80% of their stock from a large CMT factory".