It would be very cutesy

Jim paused for a moment and wondered what being a girl would have to do with handwriting, though he didn't really think too hard about it as he had to admit that most of the girls he had grown up with actually worked on their writing a bit. Anyone from his sisters to his mom to his classmates, even girlfriends, had much more distinctively neater handwriting than he did, to be honest, so perhaps it may be social in nature that girls just did things a bit neater than boys did. Plus, as his wife and secretaries commented, his handwriting made doctors look like calligraphers. Everyone knew to have him type it out whenever they needed him to jot something down or to take notes.

I would have very flowy, flowery handwriting, he wrote and with that, placed the pen down, pausing to massage the slight cramp in his wrist before he just sighed and placed the questionnaire back down on the bed as he turned his attention to the bag and suitcase opened in front of him. With a conference in Tokyo scheduled to last for 4 days, and the head team having become sick with COVID, Jim had been bumped to taking the task and had taken the day off to pack and get everything needed for a last-minute trans-Pacific flight. Never mind the fact he would have to wing a major conference on the fly, Jim hated flying.

Really, really hated flying.

Still, as his wife remarked that evening, it could be worse: he could be the one with COVID, after all. Jim mulled over that point for a few moments, career destruction, loss of a multi-billion dollar tie-up opportunity, eternal shame...or Covid. That was a tough one. Still, he just sighed and made sure that his suitcases were packed and placed by the door, his suit bag with three dress suits neatly hanging by the door, and his travel bag with laptop, tablet, and universal chargers were set.

The evening courier from the office knocked on the door and he opened it to see a young woman standing there with an envelope. "Here's your travel documents, some last minute notes for the meeting, and some spending money. There's a per diem, of course, but bills are still predominate in Tokyo, at least where you're going." She handed him the pad. "Just sign here to state you received the delivery."

Jim signed the pad and the courier, looking at his signature, smiled. "I don't know why they made me bring this sign pad, you have excellent writing. " She looked back at him. "Have a nice trip."

After making sure the rest of his things were ready for the morning commute to the airport, Jim looked at the second question as he slipped into bed, his wife already laying beside him, snoring away. "So much for one last fuck," he mused and then read the question again.

2.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU LIKE PINK?