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Timing is Everything I tried to ignore how the middle-aged, married guy next to me on the elevator was trying to surreptitiously get a good look down my cleavage. At least he was trying to be subtle about it, and I guess I couldn't blame him. As long as he didn't try to grab my ass, make a lewd comment, or worse, then we were cool. Still, it was one more thing I wouldn't miss, as I thought to myself just as the elevator chimed out its arrival at my floor. As I stepped off, I was sure his eyes would be gazing down at my ass, and I don't doubt that the swaying wiggle it made on my way out would probably be securely locked away in his spank- bank. As soon as the doors closed, I cast a quick glance around to make sure the hallway was empty and stepped over to the mirror that adorned the nearby wall, my heels for once silent on the carpeting (whatever else was wrong with Sarah, she did live in a nice building). I stared for a few seconds: I was damned gorgeous - tall, blonde, crystal blue eyes. The borrowed skirt I was wearing was snug enough to form-fit my ass, and showed enough of my legs to make me self-conscious, if I didn't know that they were perfect. The top I was wearing showed off a little midriff and, frankly, a lot more cleavage than was strictly proper. I definitely couldn't blame the elevator guy for wanting to stare... this outfit was an attention-getter, even though my options were limited to the clothes Will's girlfriend had stored at his place. I should have been a lot more uncomfortable dressed like this but I had decided I wanted to rub Sarah's nose in it. Not just to show off that I was hotter than her, but to show her that I wasn't rattled or reduced to a panicked mess. She was probably expecting to see a frazzled, desperate girl draped in as many sweatshirts as possible, not the confident, sexy woman I saw in the mirror, who could either outclass or outtramp her with ease. I did look a lot like Kaitlyn Waters, but with a lot of subtle differences. We could have easily passed for sisters, and I'm sure I could be mistaken for her, at least from casual acquaintances. If I was being honest, I thought perhaps that I was actually a bit better- looking: a little prettier, maybe a bit taller, and possible a little more shapely, though without the actual Kaitlyn here to compare, it might just be my own bias. I was momentarily lost in the question, studying my face carefully before I shook myself out of the reverie. I checked the time - she was expecting me about now. I texted Karl that I was ready. He answered back right away with "K. starting now." I did a quick hair and lipstick check, then turned from the mirror and walked towards Sarah's door. The truth was, as I didn't mind confessing to myself, that I was at least nervous, if not scared. I briefly wished that Bryan was here with me - with his build he could be pretty intimidating. It would be an empty threat, though: Bryan was too much of a gentleman to even threaten any violence against a woman, and Sarah would know that. Still, his good looks could be a distraction... I was pretty sure that Sarah had had at least a minor crush on him, though most girls did. It was just as well: I wasn't ready for Bryan to be involved in the conversation I'd be having with Sarah, and anyway I was sure I could handle her on my own. Rob had wanted to come along to confront Sarah too, but she hadn't mentioned him at all last night, so I thought it best for Rob to stay with Will and Karl. Maybe she didn't know about Rob, yet, and I didn't want to risk tipping our hand too soon. And I did have an ace up my sleeve with Karl, after all. I knocked on her door, checking the time: eight and a half minutes, more or less. Karl warned me that his timing couldn't be perfect, but he thought he could get it down to within a few seconds. I quickly glanced through Sarah's texts from last night to distract me and get me psyched up: Me: "Did you have anything to do with this?" Sarah: "At last! I'm surprised it took u this long." Me: "So it was you? WTF?" Sarah: "I guess yur now dumber than I expected. Of course it was me!" Me: "Ya. So... WTF?" Sarah: "That's what you get for cheating on me." Me: "This shit again? I told you nothing happened!" Sarah: "Right, sure. And now nothing happened to u." Me: "You don't want to believe me, fine, but you need to change me back." Sarah: "No. You like Kaitlyn so much, u can be just like her." Me: "What? That's messed up." Me: "even for you" Sarah: "Ya well u get to be that slut now for the next 3 months. Then we'll see who's messed up." Me: "what? 3 months!?!" Sarah: "yup. Suck it up." Me: "Enough. I'm calling you now." Sarah: "No" Sarah: "I'll explain more, but only in person. I want to see how u turned out." Me: "Clearly you already know that." Sarah: "U have to face me in person, and face what u did." Me: "You mean you want to gloat." Sarah: "U can come over and I'll explain more, or u can sulk there and yur on your own." Me: "Fine." Sarah: "see you soon." Me: "No, it's late. Tomorrow morning." Sarah: "Fine, get your beauty sleep. 8:00 am. Don't be late." Me: "OK" It was after I ran through that exchange with Rob and Will and Karl that we decided to go with Karl's plan B. Sarah was clearly acting out a vendetta, and trying to sway her might be pointless. Buying the time to go through the other options is why I pushed it to this morning. Unsurprisingly, she kept me waiting most of a minute before opening the door. She was probably checking me out carefully through the peephole. She stood there, apparently dressed as casually as can be in yoga pants and a t-shirt, but I could tell she had carefully chosen this outfit to appear relaxed and feminine. Clearly, she wasn't expecting me to be dressed so immodestly. Furthermore, I could tell that her smirk as she looked me up and down was somewhat forced. Still, she looked well. I hadn't seen her in about three months, and I'd heard she had put on a bit of weight since, but if so, it didn't show. She was a fairly attractive woman, overall, though of course I'd gotten a good look at her dark side, and she didn't do it for me anymore. "Well, well... look at you," she said, desperately trying to look smug. I gave her a withering look. "Yes, it's me David," I said. I was a good three inches taller than her, which gave me an extra spurt of confidence. I all but pushed past her to get inside. I was on a clock, after all. "Well, then, come on in," she sneered out, then added with a mocking tone, "... David." She closed the door and led me in, her pumps sounding out on her hardwood floors. Casual indeed. "Nice outfit," she added as I stepped into her living room, well aware of my own heels clacking across her floor. The sound of our respective footsteps alone betrayed which one of us was feeling less confident. "Thanks..." I said without any irony. "You too," I added, not entirely sure if she'd pick up on my full meaning. She betrayed herself with a quick downward glance. "You're holding up well, all things considered," she said, her smirk and some of her confidence returning. She knew something she wasn't telling me, but that was no surprise. The time for verbal fencing was over. "OK, let's get to the point. You did this to me, now you need to fix it." I carefully glanced at the time: just over seven minutes. She threw me a Cheshire smile. "First, I still can't believe it took you nearly two days to call me." It was my turn to sneer. "Yes, well, call me crazy but when I woke up as a woman, my first thought wasn't that my ex-girlfriend would go to these sorts of lengths to get back at me for something imaginary." I flipped my long blonde hair back for effect. "And yet as soon as you saw that you'd become a copy of that Kaitlyn bitch, you still didn't have a clue? I guess you picked up a lot of her brainlessness, too." I stared daggers into her. "I didn't know I was supposed to be Kaitlyn. I didn't recognize this." I gestured around my gorgeous face, well aware that even with my minimal make-up and after an all-nighter I looked better than Sarah could on her best day. "It was Will who told me I looked like her." She sneered in disbelief. "What? Too much doggy-style to even know what your whore's face looks like? Or was it mostly reverse cowgirl? No, she probably likes to take it like the bitch she is." "I barely know her." I shook my head. It all stemmed from a party thrown by Sarah's friend Kim. Kaitlyn was well passed tipsy, and I helped her out and got her into a cab before walking home myself. Kim saw the first part and interpreted it as me going home with Kaitlyn. It didn't help that I met up with Will on the way home and ended up crashing at his place after we'd had a few more beers. When I came home the next morning, hungover, I was greeted with a waiting Sarah screaming at me, after Kim had given her a report. But it was true that I barely knew Kaitlyn, and even if I had been inclined to cheat on Sarah, I would have considered Kaitlyn way out of my league. She was a lingerie model, for God's sake. But enough self-pity... I'd been through all this with her, and she hadn't believed me then. I had to move things along. "But whatever... So, how did you do it?" She smiled evilly, feeling that she once again had the upper hand. "Magic, of course," she declared, waiting for my reaction. This was the part where I was supposed to espouse my disbelief. But I'd seen enough in the past two days to convince me otherwise. I had no desire to indulge her script. "Obviously... but what was it? A spell? Some sort of amulet or talisman? Or something more exotic?" She looked only slightly bemused. "Wouldn't you like to know..." "Uhh, no. I only asked in order to work towards meeting my question quota for the week," I snarked back. She gave me a strange look. "It really is you in there, isn't it David?" she said matter-of-factly, running a finger down my arm, as if making sure I was real. Maybe she intended the action to be sensuous or seductive, but now her touch just made my skin crawl. Whatever we'd once had, she'd long ago tainted with mistrust and jealousy, and this new stunt completely poisoned any lingering feelings I might have had. She sighed and turned away, sensing my disgust. "But 'how' doesn't matter. There are, however, some things that do matter, if you want to survive the next three months." "Really?" Again with the 'three month's' crap, as if I was going to just sit back and let that play out. I checked the time: six minutes. I still had a bit of time, and she might actually say something useful. "You know you're lucky that I'm nice," she began, ignoring my eyeroll. "I could have been much nastier, David... but that's not really your name now, is it?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "My spell gave you a real identity, so you can function normally for the next three months." She gave me a crooked smile. "Well, 'normally' is a relative term." She'd just tipped me off that she'd used a spell. That's what we'd figured, and though it wasn't essential info, it made things a little easier in some ways. If it had been some sort of talisman, I'd have had to be wary of her trying to use it again, and try to get it away from her. I was fairly sure she didn't realize she'd let that slip, though I'm sure she also wouldn't have thought it was something I could use against her. She didn't know Karl, or what he could do. I wasn't about to correct her... yet. It made sense to keep her talking. "How kind of you," I replied with my best withering sarcasm. She was right, though: I had a purse with me that had a bunch of ID saying I was Elina Erland, and my phone and car were registered under the same name. Whatever reality-shift she'd engineered was limited, however: David Bauer hadn't been erased from the records, and certainly not from people's memories. "But, there are some rules," she said ominously. I was intrigued, though I expected that she would lay out what she wanted me to do before changing me back. "You need to learn a lesson in how to treat women, and I've decided three months should just about do it." It was hard to endure her tedious self-righteousness, but I still had a few minutes to kill before my own bomb dropped. I wondered if she'd be quite so condescending if I had brought Bryan to back me up. Probably not, but that might trigger even more jealousy and thus less information. She continued, "How easy or hard those three months are depends on how well you follow four simple rules." Ahh, so it wasn't about jumping through hoops, it was just about humiliation. I sighed heavily and sat down on her couch, letting her think I was defeated. "Go ahead." Her smugness almost oozed out. "Good girl." She made a point of looming over me. "Rule 1: no masturbating." She saw my genuine surprise and confusion. "If you orgasm, you'll become more feminine... specifically more like your notion of how a woman should be and act. The more often, the more it affects you." I failed to hide my reaction. Her sudden joy made that apparent, even if I couldn't feel myself blush. "You've already done it, haven't you?" I bit my lip. I had done it, of course. About an hour after I woke up to find myself like this, once I'd had a chance to really check myself out. And then a couple of times later that afternoon... and then once yesterday evening. I mean, it felt pretty damned good, so I'd figured, why not enjoy it? My look was all the answer she needed. "How many times?" I was genuinely a little rattled, and genuinely a little sheepish. "More than once," I said non-committally. She laughed. "Of course, that explains why you're dressed like that... and the decrease in intellect." She leaned in a little with a loud conspiratorial whisper "That means that you're dumber." I thought about it for a second. It did explain some things, and it's true that I felt way more comfortable dressed like this than I should have, or than I would have right after this happened. However, she was wrong about how I thought women should act. I was never into bimbos and ditzes - I wanted my women to be smart and capable and witty and confident, but also, brazen and sexy and not afraid of their sexuality. I could tell that I was becoming all those things. Hardly the worst fate in the world, though I was still glad it wouldn't last. I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I'd crossed my arms under my boobs in order to emphasize my perfect cleavage. There were a lot of subtle things I was doing to accentuate my current femininity, without even realizing it. It was a good thing I wasn't the sort of man she thought I was Meanwhile, I let her insult stand. I could retort all I wanted in five minutes. "Great. What else?" I said with an impatience that was also genuine. She smiled and stalked around me like a panther. "What else indeed?" she said sizing me up. I wasn't about to indulge her with an outward sign of girliness. After a moment, she continued. "Rule 2: no sex," she declared. "If a man penetrates you, you'll fall in love with him... then you'll get to see how easily a man can break your heart." She saw my suddenly pensive look. "I know - you're thinking that you can still have sex with women..." She missed the mark, but I didn't correct her. "Well you can, of course, but your new little bimbo brain is forgetting about rule #1: a few rounds of that and you'll no doubt be craving cock like the little sluts you enjoy. Hell, maybe you can have it both ways and round up some threesomes." Damn. That explained a few things, too. Namely, how much Bryan had been on my mind lately... how much I'd been itching to call him; how much I'd been thinking about his scent, about how it felt to have him inside me the night before last (twice!), and yesterday morning, and how it felt to be held by him. Shit, that also meant the orgasm count had to be bumped up from four to seven... no, eight, or maybe even eight and a half? Damn he was good in bed... very giving. And then when Rob suggested we should have some fun yesterday afternoon, I flat-out refused, not being at all interested, never mind the emotional baggage involved. No, Sarah was wrong. I wasn't at all into women right now, I was definitely an all-hetero gal, and very much hung up on Bryan. By now, Sarah had studied me more carefully, and something clicked. "You've already done that too!" she exclaimed. "Holy crap you are a little slut! Who was it? Rob? Or did you lure Will away from his girlfriend?" She started to laugh out loud. "Oh this is toooo good!" she was enjoying this far too much. "You really should have contacted me sooner!" Seeing that insufferable smugness, I couldn't resist the temptation to sting her a bit. "It was Bryan." That took the wind out of her sails. "Bryan?" she said. "Bullshit! You're lying - Bryan would never sleep with an obvious whore like you!" She studied me for a second, and then seemed to sense that I was telling her the truth. Her face contorted before regaining some of her composure. "Whatever, bitch! It doesn't matter - you're obviously nothing more than a drunken one-night stand to him, and now that the curse has kicked in, it'll be icing on the cake that when I snag him it'll leave you weeping." "He's not like that!" I said half-heartedly, making a show of looking defeated. I happened to know that Bryan didn't like Sarah much, even before this. She was in for some disappointment, even after I was back to being David again. But that could wait until after the next few minutes unfolded. I felt I needed to hear the rest of her rules. "Ha! Well, that's two downs, and you're not even out of your own end zone!" She smirked. "Or can you even still understand that reference?" I didn't bother to tell her she was a little off about the end-zone - I'm pretty sure she had no idea what a safety was, though she might be inadvertently right about control shifting to her. "Sure," I replied, reminding myself that I had to keep my composure. Now that it was clear, it was hard to keep my mind off Bryan, but I had to stay focused... four minutes. "Of course... you'd want your sluts to like football," she goaded. I just crossed my arms (careful to keep above my boobs this time) and pouted. "What's number three?" Sarah seemed to contemplate needling me some more, but moved on. "Rule 3: no telling anyone who you really are," I was taken aback again. Going into this, I had expected she would want everyone to know about my humiliation, and make me have sex with men repeatedly, but I was starting to see a different picture: she really did want me to have to live as a woman for a while. Even if there was some humiliation and revenge mixed in, maybe it really was about justice to her, not punishment. I hated her a little bit less... but only a bit. "If you tell anyone, and they believe you, then the curse will pass on to them, too: the next time they wake up, they'll be a copy of whoever they last cheated with," she explained smugly. I started to ponder everything that meant, even as I asked, "And what if they never cheated?" "All men cheat! Any man who hasn't... just hasn't had the opportunity yet. If they've never actually cheated, then they'll become like whoever they've been lusting after." Crap. Again, this explained Rob. After he woke up two days ago to find a gorgeous blonde instead of his roommate, I'd decided to just tell him who I was. After a bit of convincing, he believed it. But then later, after a morning nap (it had been a rough night), he too woke to find himself as a busty latina woman. We figured that it had something to do with the apartment, or something. Maybe I would have thought of Sarah being involved sooner if not for that. Still, the next morning we both told Will, and later Karl. I thought Will believed us, and I know Karl did, but when I left them half an hour ago, they were still men. Karl might have a way to prevent it, but not Will... Oh, of course. "Only after they sleep?" I asked, knowing the answer. Will and Karl and I had pulled an all-nighter doing research and getting everything prepared for this morning's meeting. I'd pushed Karl to get some sleep last night, since he'd be doing the heavy lifting, but he insisted that he'd endured far worse cramming for his last semester's finals. Good thing I guess, or this would have been a very different morning. She nodded. "Yes, normally... unless you break rule four... it has something to do with the waking mind not being able to handle the changes, and... " She trailed off, giving me an intent look. She then burst out laughing again. "Third down, then!" my reaction seemed to confirm it for her. "So who was it?" she asked through her giggles, then suddenly sobered. "You didn't tell Bryan, did you?" "No, no!" I said, as much relieved myself as my answer made her. Having Bryan turn female would have been... bad. "I thought about it, and I almost did, but then I just leaned in and kissed him and I didn't want to ruin my chances," That was close enough to the truth, and would play into her narrative of me as the slutty temptress. A spectrum of emotions washed across her face before she returned to her original tack. "So who, then? Rob, I'm guessing... you'd be hard pressed to avoid him." I nodded. "Ya, he changed... I was wondering why you hadn't mentioned him, thinking that he just got caught in your spell's crossfire, but we also told Will, and he hadn't changed yet, but probably has by now," I saw no need to mention Karl, not with almost two minutes left to go, and didn't want to let on that we'd been up all night. She might still have something up her sleeve that could ruin things. I also decided to let slip that I knew it was in fact a spell: she'd been surprisingly good at reading me so far, so keeping her off-balance seemed like a good idea. She nodded. "I thought I'd seen that top on Will's girlfriend, as well as those shoes. I assume you borrowed them?" I nodded. "She keeps a few things at his place." She smirked again. "I hope he kept a few of her things for himself, though from what I'd heard, none of her bras will fit." I decided not to get her to elaborate, though she clearly wanted me to. Less than two minutes to go, and I needed her to finish. "And I assume anyone they tell will be affected?" "That's how it works, of course. With all the other rules in force for them too. It is quite a powerful spell," she replied pointedly, clearly reveling in her perceived victory. I'd enjoy seeing her look soon, after our little surprise. "Speaking of which..." I prompted her. She smiled at me with mock innocence. "Of course, silly me, though this last one should be a non-starter, really," she paused for dramatic effect, with just over a minute left to go. She misread my irritation as further evidence of her triumph. "Rule 4: no trying to reverse it," My eyes widened. "I've carefully crafted this spell with help from a very powerful wiccan my mother knew, and made sure to cast it on the solstice. Part of the benefit of pre-setting a time limit for it to wear off is that it reinforces the magic even further. Even if someone were good enough to overcome that, I included a special sort of magical booby-trap - pardon the pun. Any attempt to reverse it will backfire, making the curse both run its course and become permanent," she waved her hand dismissively, strutting away from me, and thus missed seeing the color drain from my face. "But it's not as if you have either the means or the innate power to try it." I grabbed my phone and quickly sent a text to Karl: "911 - Abort!" I realized a second or two later that he'd be too engrossed in the counterspell to be paying attention to his phone. He'd made it clear during all our setup and prep last night that he'd have to remain completely focused for the nine minutes it took to perform the spell that would undo Sarah's curse and strip her spellcasting power. I quickly called Will. He should be nearby, watching over things. Sarah turned back to me and saw the look on my face, eying me suspiciously. Will answered, "Hello? I don't think he's quite done, Dave." I had to strain to keep from shouting at him. "I Know, you have to stop him! Right now! Go, I'll explain later!" "Ok, Ok, I'm going... Hey Karl!" he said, before a weird noise came through, followed by a grunt "What the hell?" I heard Will say, followed by another, feminine voice "Oh, shit!" At the same time, a girly shriek came through from the background, just before the connection was lost. Just as the meaning of what I'd heard sank in, a strange sensation came over me. I felt pushed and pulled and compressed and stretched in every direction at once, then it was over. I didn't really feel any different, but I suddenly knew to my core that Sarah had been right: everything was locked in now, and there was no going back. Sarah herself quickly figured out the gist of what was going on, and smirked again. "Ha ha ha!" she laughed. "Looks like it's forth down and game over!" I was too nonplussed to even think about correcting her, but then a strange look came over her. There was a weird shimmer around her, and then she blurred and screamed at the same time, her scream going from her own mezzo-soprano down to a baritone, even as her form stretched and inflated. In less than five seconds, it was over, and a large man was standing where she had been, wearing her now stretched-to-their- limits yoga pants. Her t-shirt hadn't fared as well and was torn at the arms and along the back. Her earrings were on the floor, having fallen out of her now unpierced ears, while her small gold bracelet was lying broken beside them. "What the hell?" Sarah half-shouted, the deep boom coming from that mouth seeming to unnerve her as much as anything else. "Why did I get affected?" she half-pleaded. Her current outfit left very little to the imagination, and I could clearly see through the strained lycra that she had all the usual male parts. Somehow, through the gravity of my situation, and the shock of seeing her transform, some flash of insight hit and I realized what was going on. Now it was my turn to be smug. "Ha!" I began, "Hoisted by your own petard, then!" I saw no reason to resist taunting Sarah now, until it occurred to me being alone with a large angry man wasn't the best time to piss him off. Still... it was tempting. "Don't you see?" I continued, standing up and positioning myself where I could get to the door in a hurry if need be. "I told you who I really was when I walked in here, and you clearly believed me," Now I got to see the color drain from her face, or at least from the face of the man she'd turned into. Sarah now even had a bit of a beard, and not at all unhandsome, but a moment later it hit me. I gasped. "You look like my cousin Mark!" Sarah was taken aback, and ran to a nearby mirror, straining the yoga pants even more. "Holy crap!" she exclaimed. I eyed her up. "Wait..." I said, the full realization dawning on me. "The only time you ever met my cousin was when he was here during leave last March... while we were together!" Sarah got a fearful look, and I saw her new stubbly face blush. She understood that we both knew all that implied. "Ya, well, it was to get back at you for sleeping with Kaitlyn!" "Again! I never slept with her!" I half-shouted. "And besides, that bullshit at Kim's party was like two weeks after he re-deployed to Afghanistan!" Sarah was now completely rattled, finally stammering out, "Ya, but I knew you were cheating with somebody, Kim just confirmed it and with who!" "Bullshit!" I shouted. "I see it all now: you cheated on me, and then projected onto me the whole notion that I was cheating on you, just because you couldn't handle the guilt!" I walked up and slapped him, hard. "You stupid, arrogant piece of shit!" I yelled, enraged enough that I didn't care that Sarah now outweighed me two-to-one, with the build of a U.S. marine in his prime. "You started this whole shitstorm, blamed me, and went and did all this..." I gestured down along my curves. "...and now me and Rob and Will and Karl are all fucked! All because you couldn't deal with your damned guilt." Sarah stood there, dumbfounded, a red mark shaped vaguely like my forever dainty hand forming on his face. He was searching for something to say, but I had had enough, and turned to walk out. "You know-" I stopped, one hand on the door. "I happen to know that my cousin's penis is a good deal smaller than mine was, and I'm sure that's carried over," I said, letting that sink in before continuing. "But I can tell you that you're a much bigger dick than I ever was." I slammed the door and walked away, feeling my heart pound as I walked to the elevator, hoping I wouldn't meet any of Sarah's neighbors on the way. I was blissfully alone in the elevator, and pulled out my wallet. My driver's license was clear: Elina Erland, age 22, Blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'10", 118 lbs, with my apartment listed as my address. I could tell that the counterspell's backlash had shifted reality a little more. The diploma I'd just gotten a couple of weeks ago was in my new name, and Elisa had a job lined up starting next week. My phone was showing a missed call and voice mail from Talia, a name I suddenly knew. I could remember Rob and Will and Karl's old faces and names, and I'm sure they remembered mine, but I realized I also knew their new identities: Rob was now Carla Mendez, looking like a woman in one of his classes that he had a crush on, and still my roommate, while Will and Karl were now twin sisters, Talia and Elizabeth Sorenson... apparently they'd both cheated with the same girl last year. Meanwhile Sarah was now Sean Turner, and if what Sarah said about taking on the traits you expected held true, then Sean would probably become the biggest asshole in town. Time will tell. I stepped out of the elevator and headed to my car, the clack-clack of my borrowed heels beating out a rhythm that my hips and ass were swaying to, the borrowed skirt keeping my strides smaller than I preferred. I climbed into the car carefully, and then adjusted my perfect boobs in the not-quite-right borrowed bra. I'd have to go shopping soon... I pulled out my phone and hit the button to return the last call. First thing was to go see Carla and Talia and Liz to make sure they were all OK. Hell, maybe then the four of us girls could all go shopping together. Maybe I could get some new lingerie and a nice dress, and arrange a proper date with Bryan tonight... get him to show me how a gentleman treats a lady on a date. Then later, I can show him how a smart, confident, willfully sexy woman can treat a gentleman in bed.