(or us ki choot sa virya ka darya nikal ata hai)Mai: or mara land ka pani computer screen par girta hai, asa lagta hai jasa bahan ka moon par chor dey... ho.Tahira: bahai bilkul be maza nahi aya.Mai: aik baar phir karain? Nahi bus ab tum jaldee sa ajao, or phir thoree see chat ka baad bye, good night, or mahina baad mujha chute mil gae or mai ghar pounch gaya, ya aik surprise tha sab kla leya, specially tahira ka leya. Vo mujha dakh kar sharminda be hue, or khoush be bohat hue, or mujha dakhta. Anyway, this is Principal Jenkins, and, uh, everyone needs to go back to their classes. Or wherever they need to be right now. Okay? Right now? Please?”There was an uncertain pause, punctuated by another brief buzz of static and feedback. Oddly, the static started to seem kind of soothing to Emily the second time around, instead of abrasive.“Anyway,” Principal Jenkins’ trembling voice continued, “whatever rumors you think you, uh, may have possibly heard about a student and one of the gym. I was in love with this girl, but some how it got all fucked up. To get u on board this is during the late sixties and we were living in changing times and alot of unknowns. To speak of the sixties, I was reading anything about the youth movement, rock and roll my favorite bands Steppenwolf and Grand Funk. Had my first pussy, four twenty smoke break, homosexual experience, and threw for a touchdown at home with my Dad there. I was a LUCKY LITTLE FUCKER, okay if I refer to myself as LLF, to bad. Any other changes that were happeningcould not be seen with my eyes. But they were no doubt happening, asthey had to me. When I was the one who was changing into a girl. It wasfascinating to watch even as it was happening to me, only in theopposite direction. The newly restored Luna turned to me and said."Now we wait and see what happens after the hour is up," she said.As we waited I couldn't help but wonder once again, why Luna seemed sointerested in wanting this to work. With nothing else to.