The elevator was large for an elevator. The walls were polished wood, gleaming and dark. There was thick red carpet on the floor, gold buttons on the wall indicating which floor one might want.

The doors were mirrored in the way that doors always seemed to be, which left the inhabitants reflected back at themselves in a burnished tone of copper.

There were three Occupants. The doors opened and then there were two.

The Man who was a Man stood to the right, arms hanging at his sides. He wore a sharp black suit that looked expensive and a pair of black leather shoes. His tie was red.

The Woman who was a Man stood to the left, arms crossed over her ample chest. She wore a red dress that matched her companion's tie, and a scowl that was entirely her own.

They weren't speaking. Not because of a fight. But because they were in an elevator and people don't seem to talk in elevators. Maybe it was because of the close contact, maybe it was because the Woman who was a Man was scowling. Maybe She was scowling because of the person who had just exited.

"Did he just call me ma'am?"

"I wouldn't read too much into it."

"I'm a bloody wet dream! How dare he call me ma'am!"

"You're really upset about this?"

"YES, Arthur, I'm upset about this! I worked long and hard on this.. This person. She looks as delectable as a... fucking biscuit. In no way does she resemble a 'ma'am'. This is inconceivable. I'm going to file a complaint."

"Who are you going to complain to? We're invading his mind. There is no HR department. It's not like he called you sir."

"It's the principle of the thing, darling."

"If it makes you feel any better, I think you look nice."

The Woman who was a Man glanced over at his companion and gave him a pretty smile, the false red lips curving up, a strand of blond hair brushed off of her shoulder.

"Why thank you, Arthur."

"No problem... Ma'am."