Frank bangs on the door for a good two minutes: no answer. He (she) sits down, feeling the skirt move up his new female leg. He was almost ready to just walk away, when an idea hit him.
He ran downstairs to his mailbox. All of them had combination locks, and Frank remembered he put a spare key in it just in case he ever needed it. Well, he figured, he would need it now.
He retrieved the key and ran back upstairs. His feet felt strange, then he realized he was going up and down stairs at speed with no socks or supportive shoes on. He shrugged. There was nothing he could do about that right now. He put the key in and walked inside.
Inside, he found...
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