The Bench: Wrong Number

Just as he finished putting away the groceries, the phone rang. Moose walked over, as his male genitalia completed their inversion into a fully functioning vagina. Moose picked up the phone, smoothing out her dress before answering. "Leer Residence, this is Molly speaking. How may I help you?" "Leer? Sorry have the wrong number." The phone clicked. She answered. It was the same person. "Well, maybe you have the number wrong, sir. you're a woman...oh, sorry. It must be a bad connection. Have a nice day." The person on the other end of the phone frowned. "Sir..." she muttered. She didn't sound anything like a sir.