Barbie Holmes and the case of the rugged man

Barbie Holmes was ready to investigate her first crime scene. She exited her pink police car, the door shutting with a satisfying thud. Being a detective was not easy, but it paid well. She approached the porch of 122 Carrot Circle, keeping an eye out for anything out of place.

Her lieutenant had always given her an earful about her pink car. "Perps can spot you a mile away, you need to be conspicuous. Sneak up on them." But damn that Lieutenant Vatznick. She liked her style!

Detective Hopper was thanking her lucky stars for her feminine habits today of all days. That misogynistic pig wouldn’t see his destruction coming as it sauntered towards him in 6 inch heels and wet look lip gloss.

He glanced up at her in disgust, which only made her smile. His doom was unto himself. She was very proud of her shoes, as they placed her just above his height. "Good evening, sir. I've hope you've had a - pleasant time."

He chuckled then started to answer. She held up a hand 2 inches from his face and said “I don’t actually care. Hush.” When he started to stand, she put both hands atop his head and pushed downwards steadily. He got progressively flatter and wider, until he became a rug.