It’s really very simple. Last year I was working undercover, suburban surveillance, and the seller had a few kinks in his rep. It seems that he’d only sell to transvestites. So my partner and I shacked up. I played the part of the buyer, and I found that wearing women’s clothes relaxed me. I continued wearing them into the night. My partner thought it was my consummate professionalism. It was a very confusing two weeks.