Jon slowly looked down at himself and saw what he expected: himself wearing the black dress and a pair of black high heels. Slung over his shoulder was a purse.
His bedroom door opened suddenly and there was Robert, smiling. "You look stunning."
I do? Jon thought.
"Come on," Robert said. "Let's go. I've got a perfect evening planned for us."
Jon smiled weakly, then tried to walk in the heels, but it was a rocky road.
"Are you okay, Jon?"
"It's these damn heels. I'm just not used to them."
"What do you mean? You love wearing heels. Every time I see you, you're wearing them. And the higher, the better."
What?! I wear heels all the time now? Jon thought.
