"You lost your dick!" Drake couldn't help checking out his friends package. "Man!"
"Hey, you sure you got it all back?", Drake said, grinning.
"Why you little ...!" Rob stepped forward, then checked himself.
"Sorry man. Go on. Now I'm listening!"
"Well, it was majorly weird. It was like down inside I was still me, still a guy but I didn't just look like a girl. I kind of felt a bit like one. And the whole time I was in a girl's body, I acted like one. I mean ... when I wanted to behave like a guy that came back two. It was like I could be both."
"Can you do it again? Act like a girl?" Drake tittered slightly.
Surprisingly, Rob was pensive for a moment. He beetled his brow.
"No. No, I don't think so. It was just then, it was part of the magic. If it was magic. I mean, what else could it be?".
"Well dude, I believe that you believe it, but don't you think you might have been tripping or ... I don't know. I mean, guys don't just turn into girls. It doesn't happen."
"Dude, I can prove it. Call Duane."
"But -"
"Just do it."
Drake reached for his cell. Meanwhile, Rob grabbed a biro and wrote something on a post-it which he then folded and re-folded.
"Duane? Hi dude. It's Drake her. Yeah, totally. Whatever. Anyhoo ..."
"Ask him what he did Friday night."
"So, dude, what's up? You been painting the town red, huh?"
"Dude! I met this amazing chick. It was like she knew me, dude. And she was totally hot! We went for hours ..."
Rob looked pissed. "Ask Duane what colour boxers he was wearing."
"Dude! I can't ask that! It's majorly gay!"
Rob grabbed the phone.
"Hey Duane. Just wondering if you can settle a bet, man. There's a drink in it for you. What colour boxers were you wearing Frida?"
"Blue and yellow dude. My lucky Scandos!"
"Thanks dude. Later." He hung up and passed Drake the post-it.
"Read it and weep."