Fill In

“Holy crap! How do women walk in these things?” James asked as he held on to a chair to stop himself from falling over due to the heels on his feet, “And why do these pants have to be so tight?”

“Welcome to being a woman,” Kimberly smiled in retort, “You were the one that agreed to this for the next week.”

“Yeah, I did. The idea of being a celebrity, going on stage and singing. It was thrilling! She was sick, you needed a fill in, so I agreed to this experimental procedure to turn me into her duplicate. But I had no idea! How am I going to perform if I can’t even stand properly?”