After class was over, Jim really needed to pee. He parkeed himself in front of the urinal, unziped his fly...as he reached into his underwear he didn't find his usual equipment, but a vagina...He slipped his finger in and that's when he really started to flip out. He ran into a stall to examine himself further.
Meanwhile Sarah had put on gym shorts under her skirt to help hide her little problem. Karla, a girl on the fringes of Sarah's friends came up to Sarah, she barely passed Sarah's standards of beauty to be a friend. She was also extremely intellegent, someone to cheat off of, or do group porjects with.
"Hey, Sarah, I heard what happened with you and Jim...I'm sorry. the rumors are running abound."
"Yeah, I know..."
"Well, I was thinking what we could do is sort of a counter-strike against Jim."
"You mean like...revenge?"
"Sure, I've calculated the probability of people believing you over him on rumors and..."
"Jesus Christ, Karla, do you have to be such a fucking brain all the time?"
