What!?

“What’s going on? What’s that weird tingle?” Peter nervously spoke as he looked down, “These aren’t my legs; these certainly aren’t my boots. Purple? Heels? Oh my God! I recognize these. She walked by me earlier. I’m turning into her. These are her boots, her jean shorts, her sweater. Why is this happening? How is this happening? How am I even supposed to walk in these?”

Peter was breathing heavily. None of this made any sense to him. He thought about walking by this woman earlier. The only reason he had even taken note of her was because of her unique boots. But he had heard a whistle shortly after she walked by. Some jerk had probably made a sexist comment too. Did she think that he was the one that did it? Was this some sort of misplaced revenge? Even still, how was she even capable of this? Magic? It all boggled his mind.