"I want to ask you to the Homecoming dance," she (Sandra) said to me, "but not the school one. It's a different special one. Have you heard of the Turnabout Homecoming held every year at the Excelsior Motor Lodge?"
"I haven't' heard of it," I replied. "What do you mean by special or different?"
"Well, all the guys go dressed as girls, and the girls go dressed as guys. I would wear a tux and you would wear a dress. Like one of those we saw at the mall a couple of months ago."
She was grinning and edged closer to me. I knew I couldn't refuse her request.
"Well, I guess it would be OK. What do you want me to do?"
"Oh, I will take care of everything. I will pick up you at six on Saturday evening, the 27th. Don't worry about a thing."