After fighting the traffic in the pouring rain, Robin tossed her purse down on her couch, quickly pulled off her wet clothes and then headed over to the refrigerator wearing only her panties. The curtains weren't fully closed, but with the pouring rain outside she figured no one would be peeking inside. Too tired to spend any time cooking, she planned to grab a microwave dinner and quickly zap it, before curling up in front of the television. Unfortunately, just as she grabbed for the freezer door, the lights flickered and then went out completely.
"Just great," she complained walking back through the living room and into her bedroom. Groping through her drawers she pulled out a flashlight and set it on her nightstand just in case the lights didn't come on soon. In spite of the storm there was still enough light from outside so she could find her way around for now, but in an hour or so she'd definitely need the flashlight.
After about thirty minutes, Robin figured the lights would be out for a while and since she was getting hungry she thought she'd try to pick something up to eat. It was still pouring rain, but if she went to a drive through it shouldn't be too bad. She pulled on a tee shirt and some shorts and headed for the door. Slipping on a beat up pair of tennis shoes, she locked the door and dashed out to her car, getting soaked again in the process.
The storm was apparently worse than she thought because the lights seemed to be out all over. She passed restaurant after restaurant, all dark and closed up. After fighting though heavy traffic for several blocks, she was ready to give up when she spotted a Hastie Burger Bar that appeared to have some electricity. The outside sign was out, but she could see some light coming from inside the restaurant and in that light she could see some people milling about.
As she pulled in the parking lot, she could see that the drive through lane was clearly not open because a number of empty cars blocked the lane. She guessed the people, wanting to park as close to the building as possible, simply pulled up into the lane and then jumped out. Figuring it was a good idea, she pulled up and quickly jumped out and dashed for the door, getting soaked even more in the process.
Once inside she immediately saw that the restaurant wasn't serving food. There must have been some promotion running, but as she stepped through the door she faced none other than Alfie, the Hastie Burger Bar Clown along with several other men simply milling about. The light she had seen was from several overhead emergency lights, apparently running on a battery and some high powered lights two men were holding. Figuring they must have been videotaping something, the looked up and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought maybe you were open."
All of the men smiled to her and one stepped forward, "We're not open, but it's okay. You're welcome to stay here until the electricity comes back on or at least till the rain lets up."
"Well, thank you," she said, a bit overwhelmed by the boisterous welcome she received. Looking over at Alfie she felt a strange tingling of excitement roll though her, a feeling similar to when she was a child. She remembered the joy she felt riding in the car with her parents to Hastie's, the fun she had as they waited in line wondering what toy she'd get in her Hastie meal and the wonderful taste of the French fries she ate as she played with her toy. Later, when she was in high school she often dreamed of being locked in a restaurant with Alfie. All these memories flashed through her mind as she looked at the clown's face. When her gaze lowered and slowly traveled down his colorful costume, she felt another tingling surge of excitement.
A bit flustered, she murmured something about "...drying off," and headed down the corridor to the bathroom. She could see under the door that there was some light coming from the bathroom, so there must have been an emergency light in there. The men shined their lights down the corridor and walking carefully so not to slip and fall, she wondered why she had received such an enthusiastic greeting. Once she opened the door and stepped up to the sink she immediately knew why the men were so gracious. Looking into the mirror she saw that her tee shirt was so wet that she might as well not worn it.
Even in the dim light, she could see her nipples protruding out from the wet shirt, the material conforming to the texture of her skin in intimate detail. Looking down she also could see how her shorts had hiked up, pretty much leaving nothing to the imagination there either. She reached down and adjusted her shorts some but realized she couldn't do much with her tee shirt unless she planned to wait for it to dry. After trying her best to arrange herself a bit more modestly, she turned to head back out into the restaurant when Alfie pushed his way into the door.
Startled at what appeared to be happening, she gasped and slowly backed away when the clown said, "Hey, hey, it's okay. Look come here, I'll show you." The clown caught her hand and held it up to his chest, and suddenly her hand felt the gently curve of a woman's breast.
"You're a..."
The clown nodded, "Yes, I have been for as long as I remember."
"But Alfie..."
"Well, the Alfie I replaced was a woman, and I've been Alfie for maybe ten years."
"All those years and you're a woman. I used to be in love with you," Robin replied.
"You can still be in love with Alfie, hell the men out there just treat me like a guy."
"What do you mean?"
