John marched into the restaurant. As he did, he felt many of the patrons eyes turn to him, or at least parts of him. He no longer cared.
He saw her sitting in a booth in the corner, she was alone, just as she promised she would be. John marched over to her, his heels clicking loudly as he walked.
“You bitch.” He hissed as he approached the table.
“Oh good,” She said with a wicked smile, “Why don’t you take a seat.” She said gesturing to the other side of the booth.
John carefully slid in with his knees together and crossed his legs.
“What lady like manors you have.” She said with a giggle.
“I can’t control it.” John said angrily, “I know how to dress, do my make up, my hair. I know how to walk, talk, sit and live like a woman. And I hate it!”
She turned her head to the side, playing coy, “But I thought this is what you wanted?” She said.
“I never agreed to this!” John said gesturing to his chest, “You said you would help me understand women!”
“And I provided.” She said, “Never did I state how you would receive this knowledge. Consider it hands on training.”
John folded his arms across his chest, “Deals off, change me back. I want out of the contract.”
She shook her head, “I’m sorry but a deal is a deal.” She stood up, “You are going to have to learn to live with it. Don’t worry, I will be back in ten years to collect your side of the contract.” she began to walk away, “Ten years isn’t that long.” She said before vanishing.
