Chapter Three
Octavius told Dex what had happened with Rumpole, but he didn’t tell him about Miss Toogood. Their meeting seemed too momentous, or perhaps too improbable. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that’s what it felt like: love at first sight.
Had he gone mad?
He pondered that question while Dex helped extricate him from the maidservant’s clothes. “These things as uncomfortable as they look?” Dex asked, examining the stays dubiously.
“They’re deuced unpleasant.” But the worst thing about dressing as a woman wasn’t the stays, it was the fact that women didn’t wear drawers. He felt horribly exposed with air wafting around his genitals. “Turn your back,” he told Dex, then stripped out of his chemise and wished himself into his own body. Magic crawled up and down his bon
