When I woke, I found I was wearing one of Trudi's nightgowns. I didn't remember putting it on, but when I had to go to the bathroom, I automatically grabbed the matching robe and slipped my feet into the high heel slippers.
In the daylight, the mirrors didn't hold the fear they had when I was trapped by them the previous night. I went to the bathroom, then looked at my reflection in the mirror. There was still some makeup on my face that I hadn't gotten off the night before, so I completed the process and went downstairs for breakfast.
For some reason I didn't find it at all odd that I was wearing a nightgown and robe to breakfast , with the heels of the slippers clacking on the wood floors. I also didn't find it odd that I could navigate while wearing heels, especially going down steps.
It was only after I had finished dressing - putting on the women's slacks, socks, flats, and menswear styled top that I noticed what I had been doing. I started shaking. "What's going on?" I said, my voice cracking. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. When I was able to look at myself in the mirror, I decided that I could still pass as a fairly straight guy.