Today is a day like any other. You’re working on a large building downtown. Like usually you and your coworkers are spending lunchtime whistling at the pretty girls walking by. “Man, I wouldn’t mind getting some ass like that”, Pete on of your coworkers, says. There are the usually rude comments made about other girls passing by. Its all routine and even you make you fair share. Then something weird happens. People on the street begin dropping to the ground. Cars are even dying and even lights are going out. You look over on either side of you and see your coworkers eyes roll back into their heads as they slump over.
The last thing you remember is trying to get up. You wake up to complete chaos. There is an attractive woman in a hard hat shaking you. Out on the street are several men wearing dresses screaming and running around. “What the hell”, you start to say and realize your voice has changed. The woman above you then says, “Mark, Mark, its me Pete. Something really freaky is going on”. She helps you to your feet. You look down at yourself. Your clothes don’t fit anymore and there are two large lumps sitting on your chest. You reach up to investigate what they are and find out that they are a part of you. “Holy shit, I’m a chick”, you yell. “We’re all chicks, Mark and all the girls are now guys. It like some sort of twisted Twilight Zone episode”, the woman claiming to be Pete tells you.
The whistle blows signaling everybody to report to the office. Still in shock you begin walking towards the site construction office. It’s strange to see so many women on the job site. It’s even stranger that you’re now one of those women. A woman that you guess is Greg your foreman announces that everybody needs to go home for the rest of the day and to call in about tomorrow due to the obvious crisis. “The President of the United States will be holding a news conference in three hours to talk about what has happened”, Greg tells everybody.
You grab your tools, which seem much heavier now and head towards your truck. After adjusting your seat you start heading for home. It takes nearly three hours to get home with all the traffic. There are a lot of confused people out there. You try you best not to look in the mirror at yourself. Seeing the face of the pretty young woman staring back at you from it is very disturbing.
When you finally make it home you’re greeted at the door by your…
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