The pants had been the hardest thing to find; the black shirt had been easy, the white fitted jacket something he'd stumbled on in the department store where he'd been searching uneasily. Even the shoes weren't so hard, once he'd found that store where the tall men bought their high heels. The wig had been a special-order item, but he spared no expense.

But white linen pants were nearly impossible to find in his size.

He'd managed eventually.

Now he stood in front of the mirror, finally complete. He'd lost Jenny, he'd lost Jessica, but now he had himself.

Perfection.