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For the past several years, I've been a mobile DJ. Playing at all sorts of events from weddings to company events, it was a great way to earn a living. "Steve's DJ Service" had become a local name of quality and satisfaction. About two years ago, I started dating Lori. She genuinely seemed to enjoy helping me DJ and I was delighted to have the assistance. She would help me set up the equipment and tear it down afterwards. She also provided a barrier between me and the public by taking song requests and providing demos for line dances. Lord knows I couldn't dance if I had to, nor did I know any of the moves! As the lighting rig went up, I would handle all wires and fixtures across the top of it. Lori, who only stood at 5' 4", handled everything along the ground as she couldn't reach the top. I operated a pretty hi-tech system that was entirely driven by sophisticated computer software. It took me about a year to learn my way around it. Lori wasn't technically inclined and therefore didn't have a clue on its operation. During events, sometimes I got distracted watching Lori work her customer service skills. I'm good with a microphone, but I'm not really that outgoing when dealing with people one on one. This is a gift that Lori seemed to posses and she always seemed to enjoy doing it. I would send her out to the dance floor and let her guide the guests through their musical journeys. And oh how I admired watching her move to the beat! She really meant the world to me in every aspect of life both on the dance floor and off it. During the past couple of events, I started to notice that she just wasn't smiling much. She decided to skip a few line dances and started getting curt with the guests. At one point, she looked as though she was on the verge of breaking down and flooding the dance floor with tears. I asked her what was wrong...she would just look down at the floor and mumble "nothing..." Determined to find out what was going on, I continued to press the issue. Finally during tear down one evening, she came out with it. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be The Assistant!?" she cried. "I stand here and listen to people bitch about the music! I never get a say on the play list! I'm expected to teach people that have no rhythm to dance! I run and get drinks for you! I lift equipment 5 times my size! You stand there and take all the credit and don't even mention my name!" Oh my God...I had no idea she felt this way. And the biggest problem of all, she was right! I stood there speechless as a "deer in the headlights" expression crossed my face. "Lori, I'm SO sorry! I honestly thought you were happy." As she dried her tears, she softly told me she was fine. She just hasn't felt like her life had much meaning or purpose recently. Being "The Assistant" wasn't doing much for her self esteem. I felt terrible and offered what I could. "Next show, I'd like to trade places with you" I exclaimed. She responded with that "Yeah, RIGHT" expression. "Seriously, you can program the entire show and DJ it. I'll work with the guests." She said, "You know I have NO idea how your system works and besides, you can't teach dance moves and you don't do well with people!" Touch?! She had me on that one! Still, there must be something I can do to help the girl I love. I laid awake for nights trying to find a solution to the problem. With Google as my guide, I started searching the web and I came across some very interesting concepts. I came upon an independent website that had some sort of a rod that claimed it had soul swapping capabilities. The ad read "Temporarily swap places with anyone, anytime, anywhere! See what they see! Hear what they hear! Feel what they feel! Live the Ultimate Partner Experience!" Wow, I thought to myself! I'm not one to believe in magic or hocus pocus stuff and let's face it...you can't just "become someone else!" But if it were possible, I actually could "trade places" with Lori and she would posses the knowledge needed to run the software if she had access to my memory. I in turn, might actually acquire her skills at dancing. But there were too many unanswered questions to take this seriously. And at a cost of $999.99, if it was a hoax (which surely it was), I'd be out a whopping one grand! I climbed back into bed and just gazed at her. I gently brushed the bangs from her forehead and lightly kissed her. There was no question that I felt guilty about our conversation. "Is it safe to mess with powers like this?" I asked myself. "Would she even entertain the offer if I presented it to her?" I spent hours tossing and turning that night, wondering if I was about to make a radical mistake. Something possibly so life altering that it just wasn't fathomable! "What would it feel like to become someone else? And not just anyone, but someone you were close to? I would become a female and she would be male. It would be complete role reversal!" These thoughts raced through my mind as I started feeling a cold chill run down my spine. Just the thought of losing my very identity was horrifying. As my brain ran in overdrive, Lori slept on through the night. Before the alarm went off, I dashed over to the PC and put in my credit card and hit submit. Compassion and curiosity had driven me to the brink of insanity. I had to find out if this was nonsense or not. Within a day, the package arrived and I quickly opened the box. Well there it was...a cheap aluminum silver colored rod wrapped in plastic. The owner's manual lay underneath it. Grabbing a seat on the couch, I flipped through the book. "Thanks for purchasing our product! We know you'll love it and use it again and again!" I read on... "Please note that this device is for temporary use only. We will not be held liable for any psychological or emotional damaged caused by this product. Please use at your own risk!" The instructions read as follows.... 1.) Grasp the top part of the rod with both hands. 2.) Have your partner grasp the bottom of the rod with both hands. 3.) Quietly and calmly, clear both of your minds and relax. 4.) Glance deep into each other's eyes. Imagine yourself peering out from those eyes. 5.) Concentrate as hard as possible on feeling the other person's essence. 6.) Close your eyes tightly and continue to concentrate. 7.) You will feel a tingling sensation and may become light headed or dizzy. 8.) When the dizziness subsides, slowly open your eyes. 9.) Enjoy your time as each other. Are you kidding me!? What did I just spend a thousand dollars on!? Then I realized "what the hell?!" and decided I had nothing to lose at this point. I continued reading the guidelines and precautions.... 1.) Upon completion of a swap, you will retain your own memory. Within the first half hour, you will begin to experience each other's memories. 2.) To return to your original selves, please repeat the original steps. 3.) Caution: Do not exceed 3 hours in your swapped host! The longer you remain in your host, the more traits and memories you will acquire. If you exceed the 3 hour time limit, your host will become a permanent home and the device will no longer work for you. ________________________________________________ We arrived at our next wedding reception location very early in the day. We each brought along our dress clothes to change into before the event started. Both of us had on a sweatshirt and sweatpants as was the custom for setting up the equipment. Lori looked beautiful even without all her makeup and jewelry and I always admired her for that. We quickly and efficiently set everything up. It was about an hour until guests started to arrive so we went back into the side rooms to change. She hung her outfit on one hook and I hung my suit on the other. We stood there and just looked at each other. It took everything to get her to even crack a smile. I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Lori, I want you to run the show tonight." "You know I'm not comfortable with the equipment" she snarled while rolling her eyes. "Yes, I know...but what if there was a way for you to really comprehend it all in very little time?" "Now hear me out. I think it might be possible for us to physically trade places. I know it sounds weird. I have it on good faith that we can inherit each other's memories and skills!" "What in the hell are you talking about!?" she exclaimed with a look of confusion on her face. "Physically trade places?! How!? Like a brain swap!?!?!?" I told her that was exactly what I was talking about. Like me, she refused to accept that this was in any way possible. I held up the rod and explained what I had learned about it. She had a bead of sweat starting to roll across her forehead. "I don't want to be you! That is too fucking weird!" In a way, I was relieved to hear that. I wasn't at all in favor of messing with my own life and who knows how this might have ended up. I cupped my hands around her head and pulled her close to me. We hugged...she started to cry...then we kissed. For the moment, everything felt better. She turned around to grab her clothes when suddenly she halted. "Steve, I'm not unhappy with who I am, but something is missing and I feel lost. I watch you with all the energy you put out to the crowd and admire how much fun your audience has. I'm tired of feeling like a second class citizen. No one even knows my name!" With my back to hers, I told her "Lori, for most of my life, I have been in the spotlight. My anxiety is getting the better of me and I just want to step aside for a bit and blend into the scenery. I don't want to tell anyone my name...I just want to be YOUR assistant for once!" Then there was silence as no one spoke a word. "You seriously want to become me!?" she said in an outburst. "You have a great job, great family, wonderful friends and you're a guy! Guys have it made in this world! Trust me; you would be miserable living life as a girl...especially my life!" Her words cut down into my soul. I hated to admit it, but she was right on all accounts. But I felt so connected to her and I couldn't stand the sadness in her voice. "Look Lori, this is only temporary so it's not going to change much except give you a chance to experience something new. I would be honored to take your place at the table because you deserve this opportunity to try something you always wanted to." I heard her start to sob again behind me. Turning around, she said, "OK! Let's see what happens!" I was in a state of shock. Not knowing what was about to happen, I grabbed the rod and held it up to her. She grabbed the bottom and we stared deeply into each other's eyes. I looked straight into her deep dark brown eyes concentrating as hard as I could. At first, I could see my own reflection. As I continued to stare, a trembling sensation started to make all my muscles quiver. I listened as her breathing started to increase in tempo. We were gripping the rod so tightly that I feared we might bend it! Suddenly I could no longer see myself in her eyes. Instead it was though I was looking at the back of her eyes through a dark black tunnel. I closed my eyes tightly and imagined myself as Lori. It was amazing how vividly I was able to imagine myself in her body. The way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she smiled, the essence that was...her. I became strangely sexually aroused. Suddenly I wanted nothing more in the world than to become her! All fear was gone and my life was open to change no matter what. Then as the book had stated, I started to feel lightheaded and dizzy. This was getting severely intense. I continued to picture myself looking out through Lori's eyes hoping she was doing the same. A tingling sensation of pure energy ran through my body like a hot knife through butter! No orgasm on Earth could have come close to what my body was experiencing! I wanted to scream and yet I could not. Whatever was happening, there was no stopping it now. I was becoming someone else and I knew it. All at once, the air smelled sweeter, things sounded a little different and the moisture in the air was noticeable. I could feel blood pumping rapidly throughout my entire body. Suddenly there was a jolt and I let go of the rod. My eyes hurt and felt like they were swollen. I could feel a cold sweat droplet on my face and raised my hand to wipe it away. As my hand came in contact with my face, I felt a new sensation...my cheek was as soft as a velvet pillow. My heart raced like a jackrabbit as I slowly opened my eyes and saw my body standing before me. I looked up at the towering figure and it was looking down at me. We both stood there in silence, neither one of us breathing a word for several minutes. "Lori, are you in there!?" I asked as I heard and felt Lori's larynx vibrate in my throat! "Steve!?" the figure bellowed out in my old voice. Taking the back of my hand, I rubbed it across the figure's cheek and felt the gristly whiskered texture of his skin. He reached out and grabbed both my hands and held them tightly. Our eyes were focused intently on each other and then we both looked down at our hands. Neither of us said another word. I noticed the soft subtle shape of my hands in his. I'd never noticed what beautiful hands Lori had. I admired the work of my perfect manicure which included classy French tips. He started rubbing my hands softly as a tear ran down his cheek. "Steve, I can't believe you did this for me! You gave up your very existence to give me a little time in the spotlight!" I still spoke not a word, but took his hand as we both walked over and stood before the full length mirror. This was the first time I saw myself through Lori's eyes and I saw Lori looking right back at me. I swallowed heavily as my throat was dry. I inhaled deeply and watched my chest rise. Then I exhaled with a large sigh. There I stood in my pink Old Navy sweatshirt and white yoga pants with the pink stripe down each leg. My white with pink trim Sketchers really completed the look. I stood at 5 foot 4 inches with my shoulder length brunet hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. My face was a small oval, my eyes were slightly almond shaped and thinly groomed eyebrows framed my face in sheer beauty. My nose was a perfect match for my face and a few freckles appeared on the upper section that bridged between my eyes. With a slight bronze glow, my skin appeared healthy and radiant and covered my entire medium frame. I had never found her beauty as profound and genuine until I gazed upon it from deep within this vessel known as Lori. I looked over at Steve and asked him if he was ok. He responded, "Yes Lori, I am!" We both returned to concentrate on ourselves in the mirror both knowing our lives and very existence had been compromised and re- written. Words simply cannot describe how it felt becoming someone else. "How could she not love herself?" I thought as I continued to scan my new body from head to toe. But time was wasting and we needed to move on or we'd be late for the reception! It was time to get dressed. My legs felt exceedingly warm inside my pants. I commented on this and Steve sheepishly said, "I always put my nylons on before I leave the house. That way I don't have to mess with them later." The "dreaded nylons" guys always hear so much about. I took my left foot and pressed it upon the heel of my right and popped off the first sneaker, revealing a nylon covered foot. I rubbed it briefly with my hands and then removed the other sneaker only to find the exact same thing. My feet were soft to the touch and felt even warmer as I stepped back down onto the carpet. Grabbing my pants by the waistband, I lowered them over my hips and down to my ankles. My legs were wrapped in soft, suntan colored fabric with not one hair to be found! I recalled rubbing these nylon encased legs several times over the past two years. It felt very strange to both touch them on the outside and feel it on the inside! The cool air in the room made goose bumps appear. Somehow I imagined that nylons were warmer than this. I looked over at Steve who was also starting to undress and said, "I think we need to help each other out with this!" He agreed whole heartedly! We each got our clothes off the hooks and laid them out in front of us. Steve said, "trust me! You are going to take much longer than I will so let me finish up quickly." He really didn't have any problems putting on his button up shirt and pants. But then he stood there with the tie in his hands. I told him to sit down and I stood behind him and wrapped the tie around his neck. He watched closely as I knotted it and pulled it taught around his adams apple. He stood back up and I held his coat while he slid an arm into each opening. Turning him back around, I tugged on everything to straighten it up. He said it was the quickest and easiest he's ever gotten dressed in his life! Now it was my turn. He stood behind me and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. Being next to the mirror, I watched in anticipation of seeing breasts for the first time that I was well aware were attached directly to me. There they were, encased in a black velvety C cup bra. He made a face as his hand brushed against my left boob and said, "Ooooh I didn't want to touch my old boob since it no longer belonged to me! And yes, it WAS as weird as I thought it might be!" I did what every guy in my situation would have done...I squeezed them both to experience the sensation. Again, feeling both the outside AND the internal sensation, I started to blush. And with that, my nipples became erect. Steven looked down at them and started to laugh! "You'll get used to that!" He then handed me a black knee-length pencil skirt which I stepped into and pulled up over my hips. The soft lining inside the skirt tickled my legs as it passed over the nylons on the way up. Once at the proper location, he closed the eye hook in the back and zipped up the zipper. I felt it hug my thighs even tighter as it grabbed my waist and settled into place. Then he told me to raise my arms in the air and proceeded to pull down my black and red blouse over my head. This blouse had a ruffled collar and ruffles on the cuff of each of the sleeves. The sleeves were three-quarter length and gripped below my elbows with a delicate touch. A tie in the back went directly under my breasts across the front. As he pulled the strings to tighten it, my breasts perked up. A second piece of elastic was centered directly across my waist line. It sat directly on top of where the skirt stopped. It hugged my body closely as the remainder of material fell about another inch and half down my skirt. He tugged on everything to make sure it was in place. Next came two black heeled Mary Jane shoes from the bag. Personally, I had always loved these shoes. They gave her feet a seductive allure while making them appear much smaller than they actually were. I sat down on the chair and he slid my right foot into the right shoe. The shoe gently encased my foot with a soft insole and leather lining. The look was amazing and my foot appeared to have gone from size 8 to size 6. However, I had plenty of toe wiggle room. He then pulled the thin black strap across the top of my foot and secured it with the little silver buckle. The process was repeated with the left foot. Crossing my left leg over top of my right, I admired how cute these shoes were and how wonderful they felt. He held my arm as he pulled me up and I saw the additional 2 inches I gained. "Careful now" he said. "Your first time in heels can sometimes be a disaster!" I stood there for a second and stepped forward. Then I walked over to the door and back on my own. Actually it wasn't too bad at all! "HA! Guys can't walk in heels?!" I thought to myself. Steve was pretty amazed that I took to it so well. "We'll see if you can dance as good as you walk!" he bellowed with a smart ass grin on his face. He asked me to sit back down so he could finish up. "Damn this is far more involved than just putting on a shirt and tie!!" I thought. He reached around the back of my head and pulled out the elastic band that was keeping my pony tail in place. He ran his fingers from my neck upward through my hair and shook it gently. My hair cascaded down to my shoulders where it landed like a feather in the breeze. It tickled my neck and ears as it rushed by. More goose bumps were on the way! Then he pulled a curling iron out of the bag and plugged it in. Using a stiff brush, he combed my hair in an uplifting fashion. As the iron reached its temperature, he started curling the bottom sections of my hair. I could feel the heat of the iron close to my neck and found it a bit disconcerting. He moved on to my bangs and lightly feathered them upward. Finally once he liked how it looked, the hairspray was applied to keep it all in place. The smile on my face let him know I too was quite pleased with the results. Going into another bag he pulled out some jewelry. He told me to cup my fingers on my left hand and make a point. Then one silver bracelet slid over my hand and onto my wrist. Then another...then another...then another... A total of 10 silver bangle bracelets were resting on my wrist. As I put my arm down, they slid together with a loud clank. I started to recall that she always did wear a lot of bracelets on that arm which I loved because it reminded me of the 80s! Then some fine looking silver rings were placed on every other finger including both thumbs. "WOW!" I said admiring all the silver I was wearing. The silver diamond heart necklace that I bought her for our two year anniversary was then draped around my neck. It felt cool as it touched my skin and I felt a chill ripple through my body. "Oh wait! I forgot the earrings!" he said rummaging through the bag. He pulled out a complex looking pair of ear spirals. With a long straight stem and twists and curves, he said this was no ordinary pair of earrings. He slid the stem through the hole in my right ear. I could hear an odd "crackling" sensation as it continued to protrude out the other side of my ear. Then a twist upward, more sliding, angle it downward, more sliding, turning it left and right, it finally fell into place in my ear lobe. He repeated this with the second one which took just as long. I shook my head to the left and right and felt them swing into my neck like little pendulums. "Well I'm glad you didn't bring a little pair of diamond studs, that would be have been to simple!" I said. He smirked back in reply. It was time for makeup. I honestly couldn't imagine what Lori went through every time she had to get dressed! I suddenly felt a great apathy for her. I turned around on the chair and had felt something burning my left eye so I rubbed it. Suddenly, things got a little blurry and I wasn't sure what had happened! "Shit!" he yelled. "Be careful when rubbing your eyes, you lost a contact!" "Oh my God! I didn't realize I was wearing contacts!" I'd never worn contacts before or even glasses for that matter. It completely slipped my mind that Lori did. He found the contact stuck to the carpet on the floor. He pulled some solution out my purse and rinsed it off. "Now tilt your head back and keep your eye open" he commanded. He placed the contact on the tip of his finger and slowly approached my open left eye. I started to close it when he yelled "don't do that!" He tried again and I watched as his finger came closer and closer to my eye. My heart rate increased. This was a very unnatural experience! I felt the cold plastic come in contact with my eyeball. With vacuum style suction, the contact drew fast against my eye like a driver's license going through a laminating machine. I immediately closed my eye and reopened it several times as tears started to steam out. Then the sensation of something foreign in my eye started to lessen. I opened my eye and looked in all directions noticing that slowly, everything was coming back into focus. Within 15 seconds, I no longer felt the presence of the contact lens. I thought becoming a girl would have been the most traumatic experience I would have today, but applying a contact lens turned out to bypass that! With my vision restored, he gently ran black eye liner along the top of my eye lids. Shortly thereafter, a strange looking torture device headed straight for my right eye! "Stop it!" I yelled placing my hand between my eye and the strange device. "Calm down Lori! It's just an eyelash curler!" Steve exclaimed. This was news to me! Who knew they made something that intentionally "curled" one's eye lashes!? I sat perfectly still while he squeezed the device and I felt a tug on my eyelid. Holding it for several seconds, upon release my lashes had an upward bend. He then applied mascara with a curvy looking brush. I watched as my lashes flowed outward and up. They became thicker and longer. I could almost feel a weight upon them as I blinked. Finally he took a small brush and applied three different colors of eye shadow from my lashes to my brow. Each row of shadow got lighter in color until it blended away into my eye brow. My eyes were simply stunning! They relayed a sexually alluring ambiance that I'd never quite noticed this well before. Carefully, a dark red lip liner pencil traveled around the circumference of my mouth. Then a matching red lip gloss was swept across my lips. It almost felt like wearing really wet Chapstick! Using a Q-Tip, Steve blotted and dabbed areas on my mouth and eyes to clean up anything that traveled outside the lines. Finally a fresh coating of powder was applied to the remaining areas of my face. "All done!" Steve said as he returned all the items to the bag. I stood up and walked over to the mirror. Words could not describe how it felt to see Lori standing there looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Steve came over and put his arm across my waist. We both looked at each other in the mirror. Steve managed to get his hair looking just right. There he stood looking quite tall, dark and hansom. The smell of his cologne started to waft in my direction. My entire body started to tingle and I felt as though I should be sporting an erection. I ran my finger down the front of my skirt in the area my penis once existed. My mind was confused and foggy. As my finger passed over the smooth mound, I felt a little spark of energy which was unlike anything I was familiar with. I was seriously getting turned on by the other person in the mirror! Turning towards Steve, I wrapped my arms around his neck and firmly pressed my lips against his. He pulled me closer and I could feel the pressure of his penis right against my small mound. His tongue pried my lips open and started to roam the confines of my mouth. His embrace got tighter as both of us started to breathe heavier. My nipples were once again at full attention as they tried to protrude through my blouse. His hand came between our sexual regions and he started rubbing my vagina through my skirt. My eyes closed tightly and I felt a wetness start to expand across my underwear. Suddenly I opened my eyes wide and pushed him back. "What the fuck are we doing!?" I yelled. Steve started shaking his head like he was hit with a cartoon anvil. "I don't know! This seems wrong doesn't it?" he asked as he started to regain his composure. We both cooled down and straightened our clothing. "Well Lori, are you ready to get this party started?" he said. "Sure! I'll give you a quick run down on how to get the system programmed" and out the door we went. ________________________________________________________________________ I approached the laptop which sat on the top of the equipment console and found it difficult to reach. I got up on my tip toes and still couldn't see the screen too well. Steve stood next to me and snickered. "Don't laugh!" I hollered, "I can't help it I'm so short!!" I grabbed the mouse and went to open the menu to select some songs. I clicked on a few options and it just wouldn't open. "Is something wrong?" Steve asked. "No...I'm just not seeing what I'm supposed to." Where the hell was the load menu!? This didn't make any sense. I felt panic come over me...guests would be here soon and the system wasn't ready to go. What a nightmare!! Steve took the mouse from me and moved it to the top of the screen and opened the menu. "Where the hell did you find that!?" I muttered with disbelief. "It's right there where it always is Lori! It hasn't moved! I guess you forgot!" "Damn it! Don't try and tell me I forgot where the menu is in a program I've used like 10,000 times!" Who does he think he is anyway?! And worse yet, he seemed so arrogant and smug about it. Considering what's happened so far today, I at least thought he could be a bit more compassionate. My heart was racing again and I started to get shaky. "Calm down Lori! Sit down and take a sip of water." Feeling the need to bring it down a notch, I did sit down and had a drink. I sat in my chair and counted backwards from 20. Steve had the PC under control and was adding songs like a pro. I knew he'd pick up on it quickly! People started to arrive for the reception. Steve had nice dinner music playing in the background while people muttered at their tables waiting for the bride and groom to arrive. A fifteen year old boy approached the table and asked Steve about a specific song. He said, "you'll need to talk to my assistant about that." The kid stood in front of me like the doofus he was. "Do you have that song where you slide to the left and then slide to the right?" he asked. "You mean the Cha Cha Slide?" I groaned while looking upward in his direction, trying to indicate I really didn't want to be bothered. A goofy grin crossed his face. "The Cha Cha Slide is the fifth song played in the first hour." I replied in a monotone and lethargic voice. To my dismay, there were now 5 people lined up behind him waiting to find out "YES, we ALWAYS play that song!" People in general were really annoying me today. For some reason, I just didn't want to deal with them. Steve started watching me, so I figured I better perk up a bit. As the bride and groom entered, I was taken back by the beauty of the bride's dress. When she had finished her dinner, I approached her to comment on how lovely it was. She told me how her aunt had custom made it for her as a wedding gift. She handed me a card with her aunt's number and said, "here, call her when it's time for your wedding!" I enjoyed talking with her. Hopefully someday, I can have dress that gorgeous. The Cha Cha slide started emanating from the speakers so I headed over to the dance floor to help everyone out. When the seven minute song finally ended, I took my aching feet back to my chair and promptly removed my shoes. Steve looked over and said, "Don't tell me you're tired already!? That was just one song!" I didn't care what he had to say, I simply didn't feel like being there. The night moved along and the temperature was rising. I made at least 9 trips to the drink table to refill Steve's water. Eventually the heat got too great and I pulled my hair back into a pony tail. "God will this night ever end!?" I asked myself. Steve seemed oblivious to my moods and I couldn't understand why. As usual, he was all wrapped up in himself to even care how I felt. I don't think I can do this much longer. The four hour reception passed and I ran into the side room and yanked my pantyhose off along with pretty much everything else. The yoga pants felt much better than that skirt and my sneakers were a gift from heaven for my sore tired feet. My head hurt like crazy so I grabbed some Tylenol from my purse. I went out to grab Steve's water and saw that it was gone. "Oh sorry Lori, I didn't know you wanted any." The kitchen staff had already locked up their area. I had no water. In a huff, I threw the medicine in a trash can and started taking all the equipment down. Steve came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and I quickly pulled away. "What was that about?" he asked. "You know Steve, would it kill ya to even mention my name sometime?!" I said with a tear falling down my face. "Lori, I'm so sorry! How would you like to change places with me at the next event?" he exclaimed. "Not on your life!! You know I could never figure out that high tech setup!"