“Look at me!” sobbed Doug. “Look what happened to me!”

“Cool” said Stacey.

“Cool? What do you mean! I’m a guy, but my body….”

“Your body is really cute. A lot of girls would *die* to have a gorgeous body like yours. You are everything that most of us wish we could be.”

“You say ‘we’, like you’re a girl.”

“I am silly! Just look at me!”

“But don’t you remember being a guy?”

“Well, sort of. But I remember growing up as a girl, so I think those are false memories, the male ones that is.”

“No! You were a guy! We were friends.”

“We still are friends” she said, squeezing Doug’s hand.