A man in his forties in a expensive suit.

As he rolled down his window, he turned down the radio, which was playing classical and opera music. The car matched the music. The car looked like an elegant Rolls-Royce. He turns on the internal light and I see his face. His face looks old but not too old. He looks like he is in his forties and he looks somewhat Italian. He wore an expensive coat jacket with a red pastel shirt.

"Are you okay, little lady?" he asked, in a suave voice.

Little lady? Who does this guy think I am? I'm not a lady. I'm a man. But the words come out of the mouth in my mind too soon because when I look down to the ground I see a different body. Now thinking about the different body, everything that feels like a male feels more like a female. The confused expression on my face changes to a fabricated disappointed look, to coicide with the phrase I say to the man, "My car broke down and I sure need a lift," I said in my innocent-sounding voice.

"No problems, just put your stuff in the back and hop in."

"M'kay," I say in a freakishly, girly voice.

I went to the busted up car and went through the place where any of my belongings would be. I didn't find any of my familar belongings but I did find a small purse, a backpack, and a large duffel bag in the trunk.

I heave the backpack and the duffel bag in the back seat and I hopped into the passenger side seat. I took the purse with me to the front to look for any pieces of information about my new body. Before I could dive into the purse, the driver asked, "You Italian?"

"Am I?" I curiously ask, "I mean, do I look Italian."

"I could see an Italian woman from anywhere, young or old. I could see you're mixed with somethin' else but you have some Italian blood in you. You see, I'm pureblood Italian. Straight from Sicily and the birthplace of pasta!"

I chuckle at his playfulness.

"So what's you name?"

I manage to find my driver's license before he said this and I read the name off the card, "Charlene Ocampo."

"You definitely a mixed breed," he says. "So where were you headed off too, well, before you got stranded?"

"I think I was off to discover myself, y'know. Drive as far as my gas tank could take me," I can't the lie got that far unnoticed but I sure noticed it.

"I see," he says in a more quiet voice, almost under his breath, "so you wouldn't mind if I take you to my destination."

"I don't mind. I'm not sure if you mind, you mind right?"

"I don't mind...So it's settled. Las Vegas here we come!"