She awoke, later, to tapping at the window. Noticing the officer standing outside her car, she sat up quickly and rolled down the window.
"Can I help you, officer?"she asked.
"Is there a problem with your car ma'am?"
"No, sir, I was just really tired and thought it better if I pulled over and rest my eyes. I'm better now so I'll be off," she said hastily.
The cop stared at her a while before finally accepting her story. "Alright miss, just be careful out here by yourself."
"Thank you sir, I will...you wouldn't happen to have the time would you?"
"5:30," he replied.
"And...where's the nearest gas station?"
"Just around the corner,"
"Thank you, sir," she started the engine.
She found the gas station and hurried into the rest room, locking the door behind her. "I'm going to be late," she shoved her hand into the linen sack and pulled out a switchblade. Holding it up to her face, she grabbed a handful of hair and started cutting. "Ahh, my beautiful hair," she pouted and continued cutting. Soon, her hair covered the floor and she was no longer the beautiful brunette she was known to be. Now she looked like boy, a very...pretty boy.
Next, she grabbed into the bag again and this time pulled out a pair of pants and button up shirt. She took some cloth and wrapped it around her breasts, flattening them and put on the clothes. The shirt was big on her but the pants, surprisingly, fit just perfectly.
Looking into the mirror, she noticed how much she'd changed. She wasn't Jane anymore, that's for sure. Everything that was girly about her was now masculine.
"No turning back now," she said quietly to herself and she washed off her make-up. Finally, she wetted her hands and ran them through her hair, slicking it back. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and ran out the door.