"Have you cheated on your income taxes?" Cass asked. She and Hannah had gotten off work two hours ago.
Hannah gritted her teeth and sighed. "No, Cass, I haven't--but that wouldn't be enough reason for the government to mess with m; to give me a penis!" Cass had come over to Hannah's house straight after work, and Hannah had spent the last hour explaining everything.
"Well, you must have done something," Cass said. Then, tapping her chin, she added: "Though I guess they do sometimes take people for experiments for no reason."
"Cass!" Hannah yelled. The seventeen-year-old had, after hearing Hannah's story, immediately begun fabricating theories. So far they had mentioned food poisoning, a terrible illness ("Possibly from the Middle East," Cassie had added in a thoughtful tone), genetic mutations either from birth or nuclear waste, and now a government conspiracy. Hannah knew that her friend would mention aliens sooner or later.
Both women sighed and leaned back, Hannah on the couch and Cass tucked up in an armchair.