Clamping down on what is threatening to turn into a panic attack you walk into
a nearby bar ignoring the lustful stares of the patrons you head directly to the
bathroom seeking a place of relative safety away from a world that suddenly seems
strange and hostile. You shut the door behind you taking deep breathes despite
the smell once again you confront the blond girl in the mirror struggling to regain
the resolve you had earlier.
"OK 'Lucy'" you tell your reflection "Get your shit together. Women deal with this
kind of thing every day, having a break down just because some douche stares at
your tits won't help."
In fact you can't help but stare a little yourself
"Well it's one hell of a rack." You admit to yourself proving that at least
on the inside you are still a red blooded male.
Feeling a little calmer you take an inventory what do you have and what can
you use.
1. Smoking hot bod, potentially useful but not something you really want to make use of.
2. The clothes you are standing in, you tug down the hem of your skirt that has ridden
up to show rather too much leg.
3. A leather purse containing a cursed DVD and...
It occurs to you that you never actually looked in the bag, you rummage around
finding what you'd expect in a woman's purse, makeup, receipts, some stationary,
half a pack of cigarettes, some tampons and right at the bottom tucked in a gap
in the lining a wad of cash. Not enough to retire to Tahiti with but enough to give
you some options.
A plan already forming in your mind you repack the bag and make for the door only
to find your way blocked by a burly drunk.
"Woah!" He says slurring slightly "what's a fine piece of tail like you doing in a
dive like this?"
"Leaving." You tell him trying to push past.
"No need to rush off" he leers "stick around sweet thing we can have some fun."
You try and push him aside again but he doesn't budge instead he grabs you pulling
against him with one hand on your breast and the other sliding up your thigh under
your skirt. Just for a moment you you are terrified and disgusted but
then you are just furious, how dare this slob put his meaty hands on you, you are a
human being not a toy for his amusement. Focusing all of your anger you drive you elbow
into his flabby stomach doubling him over and allowing you to follow up with a vicious
right hook laying him out cold. You step over the unconscious man filled with a renewed
confidence that you are ultimately in charge of your own destiny, that you are your own
man no matter what body you are in.
You step outside ready to put the first part of your plan into action. You...