Riley worked a long night catching up on things after all the mayhem with the Nephilim, and like she was a kid again… had fallen asleep on her desk. Right there at work, face in the keyboard. Maybe it was because of that cold she felt coming on… but of course, now she felt fine. Waking up slowly, she glanced at the time and realized no one else was probably here yet. “Ok, run to the bathroom, change fast, run back, hide the old clothes,” she thought to herself, pulling a spare set of clothes out of her locked desk drawer. This is why we keep a set of clothes! For emergencies. And stupid mistakes. No one would ever know she’d spent the night. She slipped into the women’s restroom without running into anyone and breathed a little easier. Until she glanced in the mirror. She screamed loudly, looking behind her, then back at the mirror. There was no man in the ladies’ room; she was- She was the man in the ladies’ room! Riley stepped a little closer to the mirror, peering at her own new self and jumped when the bathroom door opened. “Oh shit,” she gasped, then gasped again at how low her voice sounded. She grabbed her clothes and ran into a stall. “Sorry!” She called to whoever had come in. “I’m not- I mean-” What was she supposed to say?! “Sorry,” she finished weakly, totally at a loss.