Empty outfits are pouring from the women's locker room, one after the other. Spandex pants and tight round compression shorts topped by either tight t...es and bobbing sports bras, and a couple of the outfits even have white socks and sneakers marching of their own accord. Now almost everyone is reacting to the spectacle, most of them running, hiding, or stuck fast in shock--even though it quickly becomes clear that they're after very particular targets...I watch as a guy staring like a deer in. I was relieved to seethat April wasn't there, and Angie arrived before I had a chance to sitdown."Come on, let's get those brows," she said. "We do those in the front ofthe shop. Follow me." She positioned me on a stool a few feet fromDeanna's receptionist station. The eyebrows went quickly, and I heard theintercom go off just as Angie was finishing up."Is Mr. Powers ready to start his nails?" I recognized the voice asBrenda's. Deanna looked at Angie for confirmation, and Angie nodded.. That's not bad. It's Irish. Okay, I can deal with that.Okay.I'm Tara Bard.It feels strange, but still, somehow it feels like a *good* name. A *right* name.=-=-=Back at the apartment.Time for that wonderful telephone call."Um, hello, Mom? Yes, I... uh, there's really no easy way to get around this. Mom, it's Paul. No, I didn't get a sex-change op--Mom, Mom, listen to me, 'kay? You remember when I got the Martian Flu 'couple--Mom, listen. *Mom!* Okay. I contracted SCABS. Yes. SCABS. No, the one. I wanted to make a good impression to Savannah, but I was also rather nervous about my first night working as a female stripper."Let's go, Lilly." Savannah said, instantly somehow firing me up.We headed inside the Dark Angel. It reminded me of the TARDIS from Dr. Who for some reason. I think it must have been the size of the place that triggered the Dr. Who memories. From the outside it was just a normal 3 story building, but inside it was gigantic, just like the size of Luke's kitchen when I.