She swiveled around on her stool so that she was now facing me. Arranged her lingerie around her very meticulously while staring me in the eye, just a hint of condescension on her face now. "Seems to me that this is the critical point now John. You can leave if you want. As your male clothes have been taken away, I'd strongly suggest that you take what they leave you - it may take some time and I'ds imagine that you need something to change into. Your checkbook is left, but they've destroyed all your credit cards, so getting money might be a problem for you without proving your identity." She laughed slightly. "Which could present a problem for you in your dresses or skirts? I mean presenting yourself as a man?