"Why does it matter who I was in the real world?"

"It matters," you say. "Tell me."

"Okay. I used to do some acting."

"Acting? You were an actor? Were you in anything I ever heard of?"

"I acted in live theater," she says.

"Really?"

"Well, community theater. I was just starting out. I didn't have an agent yet."

"Were you any good?" you ask.

"I played the lead in 'Evita.' I can sing 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina' pretty well."

Shit, you think. "So you were a woman in the real world?"

"I wanted to see what it was like to be a guy, a guy with a really big penis. And then you switched places with me and ruined the experience."

"Well, you can still experience a big penis, just not the way you wanted," you say, and tap on the still erect organ between your legs, making it bounce. "So, in the real world you are an unemployed actress," you say, and realize that you might need to pull a few more switches if you want to exit and be a guy in the real world.

"So, can I have those reversal rings you mentioned?" she asks.