" Well, then, sure," I agreed. "If I'm here. As friends." As friends," she smiled.And then, since we were friends, she asked me for my cell phone numb...r."Cell phone number?" I repeated."You do have a cell phone, don't you?" she asked."Well, sure," I said. The way she'd looked at me suggested that if I didn't have one, I was probably some sort of antisocial freak. And actually, I did have a cell phone, come to think of it. Stephie had been upset that I hadn't answered it over the Christmas. Mary: Well not all of us can be famous movie stars like you.Karen: You're right, you always did suck at acting.(Mary grabs a handful of popcorn and playfully throws it at Karen's face.)Karen: Hey, you little punk!(She grabs some popcorn and throws some back at her. A popcorn fight ensues until they are both covered with it.)Karen: (Holding up her hands defensively.) Enough, enough, I surrender.(They are both laughing and smiling.)Scene 39:(The lights go out in the room.)Mary: What. In one sequence I was looking at a young woman's fashion magazine. I would see the new fashions and imagine myself in the picture. Have you ever fantasized like that? Be honest, girls. The part of the dream was my job search. As I guy, it involved putting on a suit and going to interviews. As a woman, dressing up was pleasurable. First, I took a shower, and put on some body wash. Next, I patted myself dry. Then, I selected a bra and panty set and them on, light yellow. After that, I put on. “Spread your legs!”The odd look on her face became even harder to read.“Now, Yvonne!”Her eyes fixed steadfastly on mine, I watched as Yvonne’s knees slowly and obediently parted, her feet spread wide apart on the leafy woodland floor, her bare bottom resting on the damp wood of the log.“Wider!”With a strange look on her face that could almost have been pleasure, she obediently complied, opening her legs until they were spread grotesquely wide. I looked at the women who had been our friend for.