The clerk instantly identified the medallion as a piece of junk and looked around to see if anyone had left it there. He was relieved to see Brenda heading toward the counter.
"Is this yours, sir?" he asked, holding up the medallion by the chain. As the medallion swung, it brushed the sleeve of his jacket.
"Yeah, thanks." said Brenda, grabbing the medallion. She felt a spark come from it, but dismissed it as static electricity.
Now I need to find out where that airhead bimbo has taken off to now, she thought. Then she remembered that she had promised her friend Jodie to attend her little sister's dance recital tonight. She could have blown it off and apologized to Jodie the next day, but when she envisioned Jodie, one thought dominated all others "I wouldn't mind banging her." Suddenly fixing her gender identity didn't seem as important.
Brenda walked to the recital--she seemed to be moving with longer strides, covering the ground more quickly and confidently. She got there just as the recital was letting out. Jodie turned to her, and said "Hi babe, are you ready to take these little squirts out for dinner?"
"Gotta hit the john first," Brenda mumbled, and headed for the men's room.