Slipping my phone into my chinos back-pocket, I finish the coffee, and hurry out of the café and across the road into the store. Muzak and the perfum... counter assail me as I enter and head up the escalator to menswear… I do one circuit of the floor, and can’t see you. I’m asked whether I “need help” several times, and decline politely each time... Phone rings again and I fumble it from my pocket… “Need help?" giggling, "Fitting Rooms, third door along, quick” Passing an elderly gentleman, I. They were all flat boobed lady, God made them with thick head and no boobs! 11:00pm now convict checked his mobile phone. One lady drove passed the taxi rank and stopped just before next to the First shop, she is a big ass chick, Candy, fat but still in shape, small boob for her size. She unlocked the door and got in! Convict found the opportunity to do what he wanted, he also get into the shop and close the door behind him, this is the time to get revenge! Fat lady looked behind and start. I quickly entered the bathroom in shock of what just happened, I cleaned myself off and stood looking into the mirror. I splashed water on my face trying to come to terms on what just happened.I heard a soft knock on the door “Bobby can I come in”Claire was asking .When she asked again I let her in “i'm sorry “I said as she sat down on the toilet still naked and red faced. “It's okay “she said “I am good with it but please don't tell Brad or anyone else for that matter”. Brad was her husband. Iassumed then that my measurements had been taken when I wasunconscious.The British woman handed me an identification card, and I read thename, "Rachel Gribble", which rested over the word, "Flight Attendant."The woman looked vaguely like me, but part of me refused to believe Ilooked like that, until the British woman brought out a mirror andplaced it on the counter. I carried the ID over to the mirror. Ihesitated before I picked it up to look at myself.I froze as I stared at my reflection. I.