Confide in Greg

Shit, you think to yourself. Then you open the door.

“Hi, Greg,” you say in a tone that you hoped would be like your original voice, but came out more smokey.

“Hi... uh, am I at the wrong apartment?” Greg asks scratching his forehead.

“How would I know your name?” You ask.

“Oh your here to go to the club as well?”

“Greg, it’s me.”

“You who?”

You sigh, “Remeber that time under the bleachers in college? You told me never to tell anyone about it under penalty of **** and legal action... not necessarily in that order.”

Recognition sets into Greg’s features, “Oh my God! What happened to you, man?”

You point to the closet, “I got a smart closet and it glitched. It turned me into a woman!”

“Shit...”

“What do I do?” You ask. “I can’t stay like this.”