Their pants were now swapped and Richard noticed immediately that something was wrong. His pants felt strange and a look down confirmed it. Instead of his usual black pants, he was now wearing a red skirt that ended mid-thigh. He recognized it as Rita's favorite one.
Shocked he looked around and waited for people to laugh or look strange at him but neither happened. They looked at him sure, but it seemed that nobody had thought that anything strange had happened.
"What the fuck is going on here?", he mumbled to himself and continued walking. It felt strange to walk around in a skirt and Richard was relieved that, just like the other strange occurenses, nobody gave him a second glance. He silently grabbed something to eat and sat down on a lonely table.
He was not really a guy who talked much with other people, so he had time to think about his situation. Not that it helped him in any way. He was thinking about this for almost six hours now and the goal could not be any further, if it actually exists. Maybe there is no explanation?
"Can't be...", he mumbled.
"What can't be?", then asked a voice from behind him.
Richard turned around and saw Mark. He knew him because of some classes they had together and usually it was Mark who began talking. Richard did not want to be rude so he usually joined the conversation. But now was not really a great time for Mark to show up. But was there ever?
"Nothing...", said Richard and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just thinking out loud."
"Okay", said Mark and sat down in front of Richard. "I guess you wouldn't tell me what it is about. Anyway..."
And with that a conversation between the two began and Richard was glad that Mark was here. His head was beginning to ache because of this unsolvable problem. It was just nice to not think about it, although he was reminded of his situation every time he looked at his hands with the pink coloured nails and the skirt that was fastened around his legs.
"Well, gotta go now. See you tomorrow", said Mark and left Richard alone again. And left him again with this problem. But he suddenly got an idea where he might find an answer.
"The library!", he thought. He quickly got up and left the cafeteria. He knew that he did not really have time for looking through the library because he had classes to attend but it was more important now to end what ever was happening this instant.
So his skirt-clad legs brought him to the library where he found after hours of searching...
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