You walk halfway before a knight in rusty car tries to save you

You quickly discover that walking distance for your male body isn't the same for your female body. The problem isn't in fitness, as Sue is easily more fit than you are. The problem is that you're wearing heels. Granted, they're low-heeled, but they also flop every time you take a step, and even if your new body knows how to walk in them and walk like a girl you find your legs hurting when you're halfway to your destination.

"Yo, Sue!" a voice yells as you lean against a lamp-post and rub your foot.

You turn to the road just as a car swoops up to the curb, making you hop back.

The car is a long red convertible, obviously old and giving in to age rapidly. Inside it are six guys, packed in like sardines; four in the back and two in the front, probably because the car's a stick-shift and no guy wants to sit on that.

"Craig?" you say, half guessing. You've seen this thug around school but you were always lucky enough to avoid him and his gang. They each had a few tattoos and piercings, and looked like they were trying to be bad-ass. You had no idea if they actually were or if they were just posers, but never wanted to risk it.

"Hey bitch!" he says cheerfully. "Where you goin'?"

"Uh, the mall," you admit reluctantly,noticing the boys are ogling you.

"What a co-incidence, so are we! Hop in, babe" Craig says with a grin. You can't tell if he's telling the truth or not, but it would sure save your poor feet if he was. Of course there's the seating problem to consider...