"Dude, check out the babe," Danny Foster said to Mike "Moose" Matthews, while pointing to a young woman leaving the liquor store.
"Wow, I'd totally tap that," Mike responded. "Look, she's coming this way."
The woman approached them, then stopped, giving them an odd look. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"Cause you're one hot piece of ass, babe," Randy said, leering at her.
"What the hell? I'm no babe. Stop making jokes, Randy," the woman said.
"Hey, how do you know my name? Have we met before?" Randy asked.
The woman looked confused. "What the hell are you talking about? Of course we have. It's me. Tom."
"Tom?" Danny asked, also confused. Tom was a guy's name. The person in front of the three boys was obviously a woman. Even her clothes were feminine.
But as far as Tom was concerned, there was nothing different about him. He was still wearing the same thing he was before and he was still definitely male. But it seemed that everyone else saw him as a woman, like an illusion. And it was all the fault of that fake ID.
