As George came to, he remembered that he was drinking heavily in a strange bar last night. He lie there enjoying the remainder of his dream, he was feeling a cool breeze, he was being gently but firmly gripped around his middle. His arse felt a little sore and he was getting an erection. He also seemed to be wearing gloves. When he opened his eyes he gasped as he was laid out in his own garden half dressed in woman's underwear. He dashed indoors hoping his neighbors hadn't seen him like this. But when he got inside he found flowers and cards from a dozen male admirers wanting to see him again.