Girl Clothes: My Unexpected Transformation into a Woman

Brad is busy trying to sell his house. So busy, he doesn’t stop to wonder how the little skirt got into his closet. He doesn’t waste time wondering how the girly undies got into his dryer. He just assumes the staging company sprinkled some girl things around to make it look like a woman lived in that house, to make the home more palatable to ladies. 

But the girly clothes keep appearing, sometimes even in the middle of the night, as if someone is sneaking in to plant them. And some of the items are a little too racy to have been left by the stagers. 

A fear starts to creep in. That fear soon turns to paranoia—and then something else: curiosity.