As a girl.

"Well, I don't know... you know that hot French girl I introduced you to, the one from my Chem class?"

"Margaux?"

"Yeah, her. She's the one who told me about the party, she seemed like she was looking forward to meeting me there."

"Dude, solid, she's hot as fuck. But think about it, being a girl at a party is like, a whole different world! We can just chill, dance, whatever, and guys approach _us _and try to get with us. Don't you wanna see what it's like on the other side?"

_He does have a point, _you think. Although he's forgetting how girls also have to watch out for themselves at parties... Still, as long as I stay relatively sober, things should be fine. And in a real emergency, I could always slip the ring off to fight someone off me. You shake your head vigorously, cutting off your rather dark train of thought. More importantly, it'll probably be fun as shit! You aren't quite sure _why _the idea is so appealing, you just believe, deep down, that somehow it'll turn out better if you go as a girl.

"Alright, fuck Margaux. We're going as chicks," you tell Andy. He grins back at you.

"On three?"

"Sure."

"Three... two... one... go!"

You slip on your ring, and the world goes black. However, your pain lasts barely three minutes, and is much easier to handle than the five minutes of hell it had been the first time. Over the past two weeks, both you and Andy have been using the rings for at least a short time nearly every day. Each time, the transformation to your female selves seems a little easier, while the change back hurts ever so slightly more and takes ever so slightly longer. Nothing really noticeable, but small changes eventually pile up...

Damn, you think. You can't help but admire Amy in her short black dress, her blonde hair spilling down past her shoulders as she looks back at you with her bright blue eyes.

"You look great!" you exclaim.

"Not so bad yourself," she replies, gesturing at you. For your part, you had chosen a white halter top that ended just before your belly button, and a pair of tight, high-waisted blue jeans that hugged your ass in a way that can only be described as enticing.

The two of you spend a little more time checking each other (and yourselves) out, before deciding to head out for the night.

"Ready?" Amy asks.

"Always," you respond. "Here, let me check nobody's in the hall."

After surreptitiously peeking out of you door and ensuring the coast is clear, the two of you slip out of the dorm before anone sees you leaving a dorm that definitely belonged to two guys. In your small black purse, you carry some cash, the fake ID you'd had made for your female self, and three "Spartan© Extra Pleasure" condoms. Always good to be prepared, you think, smiling to yourself at what might happen tonight.