I woke up, found a life and started living it, and now I was preparing to settle for something a few rungs below godhood. I was going to be a superher...!These were the thoughts that lingered as I finally drifted off to sleep.I let Wing hover a hundred yards above the narrow street as I dropped through the belly port and into the night air. My senses told me the three men had gone through the door and one of them was working on the safe inside while the other two nervously stood watch. They. Unable to afford a hotel room in any of the 6 hotels hosting the convention in the 2 square blocks of downtown Atlanta taken over by 50,000 nerds every year. They had to resort to getting a cheap motel room within walking distance of a Marta station, and a weekend subway pass. The major advantage being avoiding the several hundred dollar a night inflated cost for a room. The major disadvantage was the hour round trip to change costumes or freshen up. Grace and her friend Becky had become. His whole world was so different from his new perspective. "I must say that it is odd seeing you like this. Parts of me want to just cry out in pain of what I have lost, and other parts just want to protect you." Bill blushed. He was not used to this type of warmth from Cindy. In some ways it was confusing to him on how he should react. "I just don't understand why they had to do this to me," Bill said, sighing. "Plus, of all things, why did they have to make me female?" Bill asked."Being. "A plastic ball gizmo. You know, one of those sex toy things."I wanted to fucking DIE.He didn't say anything for a moment. "Really?" he asked, sounding and looking completely bemused as I stood there blushing to my roots."Like my Secretary told you in the canteen," I rushed. He continued to stare at me like I had lost my mind and was trying really hard to keep a straight face as I suddenly realized what had really happened. Oh, that little French tart!*"Salut?" THERE. WAS. NO. SEX. TOY!!!"There.