"Suspect is dressed as a maid and is violating a Contract of Indenture!"
Jim dove for the bushes, tearing the maid outfit in several places on the sharp thorns. "Ow," he said.
The two Lingerie Enforcers ran by, one speaking into a radio which was suspiciously shaped like a dildo.
"Any word on whether he is wearing the regulation high heels?" one L.E. asked into the radio.
Then they were past the bush which hid Jim. He immediatly tore off the maid outfit (but kept the shoes on, of course). He was very thankful for the warm summer night air, which was just cool enough to cause his new, sensitive nipples to harden pleasantly, but was not cool enough to freeze his naked butt off.
Jim continued along the road, fearful now of every noise he heard. He shuddered to think what the punishment would be if he were caught now. The one thing working in his favor was that the police thought they were chasing a transvestite - a man dressed as a French maid. They could have no idea that Jim was now actually a stunning blonde girl.
Once Jim reached town, he began his search for the bespectacled bookie he and Lisa had met earlier. His nakedness drew little notice, almost 25% of the population seemed to be naked at any one time, and some were even dressed in bizarre fetish wear.
Eventually, after walking most of the main street of Sexopolis (sexual paraphernalia stores, X-rated video palaces, massage parlors, and a few 7-11s), he located a small building with "Bookie" written in block letters on its overhanging sign. The door was locked, but Jim began pounding insistently.
"What do you want?" The bookie said when he finally answered the door.
"Hi!" Jim greeted the man. "My name's....um..." He hadn't really considered this yet. "Britney!" He blurted, remembering a really cute girl from his high school, Britney Smith.
"Yes, that's it. My name's Britney, and I'm going to make us both rich!"
The bookie adjusted his spectacles, looked 'Britney' over, and then--
Fri Jan 4 21:02:05 2002