“Game ended a while ago, dude. I don’t think she’s coming back,” Gregory urged his now feminine friend. Robert continued working on his fourth drink, his mind foggy.
“You don’t know that,” Robert slurred, a hint of hope in his now softer voice. “Maybe she just forgot.” Gregory sighed, the absurdity of the situation setting in. “Dude, I don’t think a woman forgets growing a foot and suddenly having a… you know.” He hesitated finding the right words. “Look, I know this is insane for you—it’s insane for me too. But we’ve got to go. Whoever took your body is long gone.”
It pained Gregory to lay out the harsh truth to his friend, especially knowing how hard Robert had worked for his physique, which was now belonged to a stranger. He steadied Robert as they stood; the combination of a new center of gravity and excessive alcohol was a bad mix. Gregory had never been the more attractive of the pair but leaving Dodger Stadium he found himself escorting a real knockout, briefly feeling like the man. Rob on the other hand, did not.
“Hey, do you have a wallet or anything? We don’t even know your new name,” Gregory asked, looking down at his shorter companion. Robert, overwhelmed, looked up with tears of frustration starting to spill. “Do you see any pockets?” he snapped back, gesturing to his snug yoga pants. “No, I just see a whole lot of woman,” Greg joked, trying to lighten the mood, but it only made Robert cry harder. The surge of unfamiliar emotions was too much; he remained silent for the rest of the walk to the car.
Once inside, Robert settled his newly plump tush into the passenger seat, enjoying some extra legroom. As the car navigated over bumps, he tried to ignore the new sensations rippling through his body. Greg was the first to break the silence, “So, how’d you manage to get all those drinks without money or ID?”
“Shut up just drive”
