The movie's good in a very bad way - a family of three stumbles onto an evil polygamist cult with a giant-kneed, spastic groundskeeper, and the highly amateurish quality provides plenty of laughs, almost as much as the cheesy dialogue. When you first sit down, you make it a point to sit ramrod-straight in your seat, no part of you in contact with Jared. You hate to seem cold, but you really don't want to encourage him. Sure, he's a nice guy, but...so are you, or at least you were this morning. You just don't see a relationship with a guy as an option, especially since he doesn't know you were male earlier today. However, partway through, when the Master makes his first appearance, you unwittingly scoot closer to Jared, and when the Master hypnotizes Torgo, you suddenly find yourself clutching his arm; in response, he puts his arm around your shoulder.
What the hell is this? you wonder. That was very much not something you intended to do - or did you? You can't deny that it somehow feels right to be in this light snuggle with him, as frightening as that thought is, and those actions were too complex to be reflexive; somehow, perhaps unconsciously, you must have intended it. It's scary to contemplate, but...what if you're beginning to think like a girl? Maybe, along with changing your body, the gas changed your mind? No, that can't be right; if that were the case, why would they be playing mind games with you the way they were? That means...this must be coming from you. It's scary; so scary, in fact, that you clutch Jared a little tighter.
At last "Manos" The Hands Of Fate ends, and the B-feature, Prince Of Space, begins. It's quite possibly a sillier movie than the first, with chicken-faced aliens who fly around in a giant roast-chicken-looking spaceship and the perpetual cry of "Your weapons are useless!" You're still clutching Jared, but despite your best efforts, you can't quite tear yourself away from him. Oh God, you think, I can't be turning into a girl for real! This is...estrogen, that's it! I just became a girl today, I must be getting an estrogen rush! But whatever the rationalization, you remain snuggled up next to him for the remainder of the movie. As the music reaches a triumphant end, he suddenly grabs you and kisses you.
You're understandingly surprised, and try to resist, but can't bring yourself to stop him. It's not a very long or probing kiss, but still...you just got kissed by a guy. He releases you, and you sit there, unsure what to do or say, one part of you feeling that you should recoil in disgust, another smaller but growing part wanting to kiss him back. He notices your confusion. "I'm sorry," he says, "was that...was I too forward?"
"No," you mutter, "it's...I just wasn't expecting it." You get up and shuffle out of the theater, and he follows; Katherine and Jennifer have left slightly ahead of you. "Listen," he says, "are you...are you doing anything Friday night?"
You turn to look at him. "Listen," you say, "I see what you're getting at, and you have been very nice this evening, but...it just wouldn't work out." Part of you hates to be saying this, but it needs to be said.
His face falls. "Why not? You're not...not attached, are you?"
You shake your head. "No, it's just that..." You trail off for a minute, thinking about what to say next, before concluding that honesty is the best policy for scaring him off. "It's just that I used to be male," you say. "I was a guy when I woke up this morning."
He stares at you, then laughs. "Yeah. Suuuuure."
"No, really," you say. "My school's doing this creepy experiment, and I got turned into this. You can call and check with them if you want. Honest!"
He ponders this. "Look," he says. "Even if you did used to be male, you're very clearly female now, which is what I care about. And...I had a great time tonight and I'd like to see you again. I don't want to seem like I'm pressuring you, though. I gave you my number, and if you are free Friday night, you're welcome to give me a call." He turns to go, and you follow him out of the theater.