"Geez Sue! You hit like a girl! Come on and put something into it!" I said."Hit like a girl? I am a girl! And I don't see you doing any better!" Yeah ...hatever - just don't get your skirt too ruffled!" I said sarcastically.Pam chimed in, "Do you really think you're better than her, Scott?" You betcha."Sue said, "I'll take that bet. I'll play you one on one, and if I beat you, you'll have to wear my skirt for the next match."Amy chimed in, "She'll show you who wears the pants on your team!"I. No, thiswasn't his fault. He was the victim of some vicious,malign joke. The Gipsy must have taken advantage ofhis drunken state, erasing his masculinity out ofsheer cruelty. What other explanation was there? Hehadn't walked into the antique store asking for asex-change. What man in his right mind would?Granted, he had residual memories of making some kindof agreement with the Gipsy, something to do with amirror and a small sum of money, but that didn't makeany sense.Nothing made sense right. Once at the party the scene was amazing. Music pumping, the girls and guys were everywhere. I had the thought of how the party was still going since there were so many people there. As we walked around I saw many girls I would have loved to sleep with. The more alcohol consumed by all the less clothing that was worn. I must have danced with over fifteen different girls during the course of the party. As it approached mid night I caught the attention of one of the cutest girls I’d ever seen. Her. She growls and mutters her favorite curse words under her breath, until finally she decides its best to chill out and be a good girl. So she pours herself a glass of red wine for later and gets into the shower to cool off her mind and body. She squirts Jeremiahs favorite strawberry soap on her skin. The soap she bought from Body Shop with him in mind and begins to lather up her body. The scent of strawberries, yummy and intoxicating, brings back thoughts of him. She begins to think of another.