Kristi comes to Andrea's rescue

“Hey Dwight, you lost? The Vanilla Ice tribute auditions is thataway”, came a woman’s voice alongside the clack of heels, and the man and Andrea turned to see Kristi walking over, phone in hand filming the interaction, causing Andrea to shout, “Kristi!”, and Dwight to release his grip.

“Ayo fuck ya’ll bitches, stupid skank ass dyke bitches, nasty ass hoes, suck my dick bitch, next time I’mma come up an’ jump a n…”, Dwight griped as he walked away.

“Are you okay hun?”, asked Kristi with genuine concern, the look on Andrea’s face telling her that ‘she’ most certainly wasn’t.

Andrea tried to compose herself; “Yeah, I-I’m fine, that’s j-just never happened to me before…”.

“C’mon, let’s get you a nice Starbucks”, offered Kristi, linking arms with Andrea and walking ‘her’ to a nearby branch of the popular coffee chain where she got ‘her’ a venti mocha Frappuccino.

“Guys like Dwight are the worst. To be honest, a hot girl like you, I’m surprised you’ve never had to deal with dickheads like that before. That’s why we sistaz gotta stick together!”, Kristi sympathised.

Andrew had had violent encounters with douchebags before, but as a guy, when he felt on a more equal footing with them.

However now with his brain in Andrea mode, he honestly felt weak and helpless compared to his usual male self.

“He’s the exception though, most of the peeps around here are pretty cool. But enough but him, I gotta say, you look amazing girl! That makeup and ‘fit is killer, and your skin is looking radiant a-f! And did you get your lips done?”, Kristi excitedly asked, the compliments genuinely uplifting Andrea.

“Aw thanks! It’s just a buncha’ stuff from The Spot I threw together. Plus my mom’s like a super skilled beautician, so I guess she kinda rubbed off on me a little. She’s been like asking me forever to do my lips and I finally gave in yesterday and she gave me a Russian”, Andrea explained.

“Wow, that’s so cool! She did a fab job! I’m so jealous, I’d love my mom to be beautician. I’d let her try out all kinda things on me. I’d be like a doll, lol!”, replied Kristi.

“Yeah, like a doll…”, Andrea agreed, thinking about ‘her’ predicament.

“So, where to first?”