A bar

Clamping down on what is threatening to turn into a panic attack you walk into a nearby bar ignoring the lustful stares of the patrons you head directly to the bathroom seeking a place of relative safety away from a world that suddenly seems strange and hostile. You shut the door behind you taking deep breathes despite the smell once again you confront the blond girl in the mirror struggling to regain the resolve you had earlier.

"OK 'Lucy'" you tell your reflection "Get your shit together. Women deal with this kind of thing every day, having a breakdown just because some douche stares at your tits won't help."

In fact, you can't help but stare a little yourself

"Well, it's one hell of a rack." You admit to yourself proving that at least on the inside you are still a red-blooded male.

Feeling a little calmer you take an inventory what do you have and what can you use.

1. Smoking hot bod, potentially useful but not something you really want to make use of.

2. The clothes you are standing in. You tug down the hem of your skirt that has ridden up to show rather too much leg.

3. A leather purse containing a cursed DVD and...

It occurs to you that you never actually looked in the bag. You rummage around finding what you'd expect in a woman's purse, makeup, receipts, some stationary, half a pack of cigarettes, some tampons and right at the bottom tucked in a gap in the lining a wad of cash. Not enough to retire to Tahiti with but enough to give you some options.

A plan already forming in your mind you repack the bag and make for the door only to find your way blocked by a burly drunk.

"Woah!" He says slurring slightly "what's a fine piece of tail like you doing in a dive like this?"

"Leaving." You tell him trying to push past.

"No need to rush off" he leers "stick around sweet thing we can have some fun."

You try and push him aside again but he doesn't budge instead he grabs you pulling against him with one hand on your breast and the other sliding up your thigh under

your skirt. Just for a moment, you are terrified and disgusted but then you are just furious. How dare this slob put his meaty hands on you? You are a human being not a toy for his amusement. Focusing all of your anger you drive your elbow into his flabby stomach doubling him over and allowing you to follow up with a vicious right hook laying him out cold. You step over the **** man filled with a renewed confidence that you are ultimately in charge of your own destiny. You are your own man no matter what body you are in.

You step outside ready to put the first part of your plan into action...