"Hey Eric! What's up?" the voice in Eric's cell phone asked.
"Hey Steve... cough cough cough." Eric did his best impression of a coughing fit while trying to keep his car steady on the road.
"Dude! Don't tell me you're calling me to say you're sick!"
"Sorry Steve, cough hack wheeze. I'm sick. If you don't believe me, get your ass over to my place and let me vomit all over you. After that, I'll sneeze a couple of times and hack my lungs out in your face. Then you can enjoy being just as sick as I am."
Steve gave Eric a hard time for a little bit longer, but decided to give up when he was convinced that Eric was ditching the party. Disconnecting the call, Eric put his cell phone between his legs, since he was driving and didn't have any pockets that he could use for the moment. For one fleeting moment, Eric felt his cell phone touch his vaguely alien crotch. Pushing those thoughts aside, he remembered why he made the effort to make the phone call in the first place.
"Now no one will thinks it's strange that they won't see me at the party (not that they'd ever be able to guess that it's really me in this body with my mask on)."
Having set the stage for his ultimate masquerade, Eric pulled up to his school's gymnasium. As he had guessed, most of the party goers had shown up already so he'd be able to park and get into the party without attracting any attention. Eric took one last look at his face in the mirror before concealing it behind his mask.
"It looks like I'm all girl as far as anyone else is concerned for the next couple of hours," Eric mused.
Eric was about to step out of his car when his phone rang. The phone's vibration tickled him in a very peculiar way. Once again, forcing those kind of thoughts aside, Eric checked the Caller ID to see who it was...
