Yes, I'd be only into guys

Morning came and found Jim standing at the counter, looking over the quiz in his hand and nursing a cup of coffee in the other. He had been up for a bit, especially when he heard Laura coming in late last night (did 2 a.m. still count as "late" or was it late enough that it was suddenly "very early"?) Either way, that was for the philosophers to decide. He had gotten out of bed when he heard the door slam and a bunch of curses strung along and Laura was prone on the foot of the hallway, sprawled out and muttering. Her breath reeked of **** and more than a bit of stale vomit, all causing him to crinkle his nose and roll his eyes before he managed to get her up the stairs and into the guest room. Jim had tried to get her there without waking Angela but, when her door opened, he noticed the look of not being all too surprised on his daughter's face and she just shook her head and went back in.

"All I'm saying is don't be too harsh on your mom, she has a lot on her mind," he calmly extolled her after making sure she was asleep and he popped his head back into her room. "Besides, you know she loves you much, right?"

"As much as the bottle?"

He couldn't deny that and the morning had come, he still was having a lot of trouble denying that. For her part, Angela instead mentioned that she had a lot of fun with James and simply left it at that. Jim smiled at the thought and then looked across the kitchen to where the three of them had sat down for the pizza dinner yesterday evening. It was fun, it was simple, and it sort of felt...right, in a way.

13.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE INTO GUYS?

Jim had nothing against gay people or those that dipped their toes into both sides to test the waters...but he, personally, was a heterosexual man and had only eyes for women. He didn't think it would transfer or change if he was born a girl. No, I would be 100% a heterosexual woman, I would only find men to be attractive, sexy, and to whom I could fall in love with.

Angela came downstairs and walked into the kitchen, muttering from the wine and looking a bit hung over for the most part. "Morning..."

Jim looked up from his quiz and shook his head momentarily. For a brief moment, for some reason, he thought Angela looked..well..different. She was younger in appearance, maybe had dropped an inch or two in height, but more pronounced were the physical changes. As she opened the fridge to get something to drink, the pants she was wearing showed off a nice, pert ass, and a figure that she hadn't had the night before. Even her hair, from a brown, had turned blonde. Almost like his hair color. Her breasts, which had been a small A, were at least Bs now, much perkier too, though she had been young already. "Morning, sweetie. What do you have planned?" He must've been a bit out of it.

"Oh, nothing, I'm just taking things easy right now. Figured that I would hang out here before I did some homework." She turned and smiled. "You look good this morning, by the way."

He returned the smile. "Yeah, feel better." Yes, he was definitely seeing things.

***

Jim finished cleaning up and walked into the bedroom where Laura was sleeping and had to quicken her pace as the trash can he had set by the bed was full of vomit from the night before. The woman was still passed out and laying down but at least she was still breathing (which was more than what could be said about Jim). With a sigh, he finished stripping off her clothes and brought her a change, managing to get her to sit up long enough for him to slide her bra off and then a shirt on before she collapsed back in bed.

After closing the door, he wondered why the sight of his wife's naked body didn't really impact him as much. He then took a whiff of himself and after nearly wretching, figured it was the vomit and the booze. Jim moved quickly down the stairs and after throwing her clothes into the wash and his following suit, hopped into the shower and took a long, nice, hot steaming time scrubbing him until his skin was a bit red. It's all over me, he sighed before he stepped out and after wrapping his hair in a bun and tucking the towel underneath his arm, walked back into his room and pulled out a simple wool skirt and knit sweater. Simple, easy makeup and tossing of his hair had him feeling a bit better and when he walked out, Angela smiled and flashed him a thumbs up from her seat at the couch. "Oh, you missed a call."

He looked at his phone and his heart skipped a beat, noticing that James' number appeared. That was strange, he never felt that way about any of his guy friends calling him. Still, there was just something about that call. "Thanks."

14.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU SHAVE?