" The memories of being aguy were there, but I had a little trouble picking them out. Like theywere further down the road than Basic Gender Swap. T...at kind of scaredme. The basic gender swap memories were more like my original memories.They were the ones that were coming quickly when I tried to remember myprevious life."Yikes," I said to myself, "I better be careful from now on."Wait a minute, did I still have my dog? I loved that dog, I hopedFrancine was a dog lover."Ferdinand!" I called.. Soon enough, the once near inaudible sounds strengthened to a mighty thunder against the ground. The riders had returned to the camp, some of the mounts without their riders, others toting injured men. Before the cloud of dust around the men and animals could settle, the camp had come alive with people. Some rushed for water, others for medical supplies, and still others to help the injured to a quiet place to rest, where their injuries could be treated. And the woman sat, watching the chaos. It was the final straw; she swung herself to face him, fury in her face, Her fists raised she no longer cared, she would never escape, life itself didn’t matter, as her puny fists struck at the man she began to scream that he and his father had k**napped her and the others, through her tears and sobs she cursed him, the organisation, the party, the weather and the world. Jess took a hold of her wrists, as the punter fled back to the party not wanting to see what would happen to this girl who. Gail used my cash and her credit card as surety when we rented four suits. We bought shirts in the store and stayed in the suits when we left. Choosing dresses was quicker than I thought. I figured women always dawdled doing this.Betts was constantly on the phone arranging rides for friends with other friends. Some though had no rides. We went back to our neighbourhood to pick up six more girls and one guy.There was no room in the parking lot at the funeral home. We parked on the street a block.