So he would have to get by on the bare minimum required to strip away any traces of femininity. Looking to his left, he saw a 24-hour drug store, and ...ent inside. The registers were crowded with people buying bottled water and gauze facemasks to help them breathe the acrid air outside.First to the cosmetics aisle. Pat grabbed a small bottle of nail polish remover, and found a travel pack of pads to wipe off his makeup. Then to an aisle displaying inexpensive athletic clothing. He found a cheap. And so our heroes merged together and became one. The life in the mundane world fades away, the old name, the old neighbours, the old job, all of those are left behind. Only his dreams, his ambitions and all those plans on how he wanted to treat his favourite and least favourite characters stay with him. How would he react to the memories he inherited from his new physical form? How will he deal wi-“Hahaha, yes! Yes! Hahaha”, it burst from his lips. Seems like the transition between worlds is. ...I woke from my daze a few hours later. Chanade was sat opposite me smiling and with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand."How do you feel darling?"The horror flooded back to me, what the hell had she done. I looked down and my body not only felt different, I looked different. I was completely devoid of body hair below my eyebrows!Not only that but I was wearing heels, big pink heels. I was about to protest, but Chanade came up beside me, I tried to recoil from her but her smell, there was. But the mocking never effected him because his mind was elsewhere. George was above it all. That is, until puberty hit and the jokes and jibes from junior Jezebels jolted him out of his world which lay beyond others' feeble understanding.For the first time, George was vulnerable to the vicious venom of these vixens. Their words had a sadistic siren quality to them now, as George was drawn into the torrent of temptation their teasing unleashed. His body, not his mind, betrayed him, but both paid.