Do you stay at the Club?

You rush out.

You leave Bryan, dress and head for the door. It's almost like you're not even in your own body; you even forget that you have 2 more dances that night. You speed out of the parking, headed back home.

Pulling into the parking lot, it's dark but there are 2 teens under a street light smoking weed. Your path back to your place takes you right by them. Their eyes are glued to you from the moment you step out of the car. You can feel their eyes burning a hole in you; your outfit would attract attention, but you feel confident in your new body: sexy, desired.

As you pass by, the shorter one calls out: "Hey baby, come on over and I'll show you a magic trick. I know three ways to make 8 inches disappear."

What a cheeky little bastard. You can't decide whether to walk away laughing or screw with his little ass.