Before...

Kon stared at the shoes in consternation. Surely it couldn't be that hard to put on high-heeled shoes. Women did it all the time. Of course, he was pretty sure that most of the time, the shoes didn't have all kinds of laces and stuff. Slip on, slip off. He couldn't even wear them with pants and the clothes box had given him a leotard like the kind wrestlers wore. Someone, he wasn't sure who, had told him that if he was going to wear shoes like that, he had to wear stockings, and so on they went. It was the shoes he was having trouble with.

When he finally got fed up, he grabbed the shoes and went upstairs. "Shoes!" he yelled. "I need help with these shoes! Someone has to help me with my shoes! I can't put on these shoes!" He was getting stares, but he either didn't notice them or didn't care. Mostly it was that he didn't care. Why should he care that people were looking at him? People always looked at him. He was used to it. Maybe not so much anymore, but maybe this was the start of something new.

He stopped the first person he saw by standing in front of them and blocking their way. "Can you help me with my shoes?"

...and After

Kon was panicking a little. People he heard kept saying that it was the day after Valentine's Day instead of the day before or the day of. The last thing he'd remembered was going to sleep on February 13th and the next thing he knew, it was apparently the 15th. Which meant that he'd skipped a day. Or, if the rumor mill were to be believed, he hadn't just skipped it. He'd lived it. People were acting crazy, they said, and acting drunk. All day. He was already having flashbacks to when he'd been evil and had tried to seduce Bart and he really wasn't sure he wanted to know what he'd gotten himself into this time.

Maybe it was better that he didn't know. Maybe it was safer if no one told him. After all, it wasn't really him, right? He hadn't done anything. He didn't remember a thing and so he hadn't done anything. Of course, he knew that excuse would only go so far. Once he started seeing people he'd run into, they'd tell him sure enough exactly what he'd been doing. He wondered how much of a fool he'd made of himself.

He really hoped that he hadn't done anything that would ruin friendships and reminded himself that people were just saying drunk. He might have done stupid things while drunk, but he didn't do evil things.