I wanted to be James, what was my surname? Simpson? No that was Sarah?s surname... Oh God, help me.As she looked around through Sarahs eyes I saw myse...f. Standing at the bar with Mike, Paul and good old Malcolm, I was laughing as I chatted to my mates. How I wanted to be really there with them. I wondered who was in my body, who was controlling my being.The old man... He was there! He stood near my old body. They were alone together, they started to talk but I could see that their lips never. Today, I was especially cheerful, knowing Id manage to get through it. But as soon as I reached my locker, that cheerfulness vanished. There stood Alicia and Candy, waiting for me. I slowed my walk, but it was too late. Theyd seen me. You stuck up bitch! Alicia lashes out. I step up to my locker and face her, hoping I can let this abuse go like I do every other day. What did I do? I ask coolly. You walk around like youre floating through the clouds. I know you do drugs, thats how come you. In a car while traveling along the interstate? no What do you fantasize about when you play: A significant other? sometimes A friend? yup A friend's spouse? a friends ex, does that count?A stranger? nahA co-worker? yes A member of the same sex? nopeA member of the opposite sex? yesA past lover? yes What position do you play in: On your back? usually Standing? yes only in the shower Kneeling? 0nly when over someone Sitting? yes Lying on tummy? nopeHow do you play: With left hand? no With right. Now I learned there is something else I could try, so I'm trying it."Joe turned and smiled at Mark, whose eyes drifted back to her."Besides, I'm totally fucking hot." But, I mean. You're a chick!" Mark stammered and looked back at theroad."So? Come on, you can't really tell me you never thought about what itwould be like to be a chick?" I- well, maybe once or twice," Mark replied and shrugged."Come on, is that all? You never wondered about what it would be liketo be a girl? To wear pretty.