I ran as fast as I could into the nearest bathroom. It took me a minute to decide which one to use...I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming or sleepwalking or anything stupid, then went into the women's one, figuring if I was hallucinating, I'd say a bully pushed me in there.
As I entered I noticed Robin White with one hand down her plaid skirt and one fondling a breast, which seemed to suggest I wasn't the only one in this sort of interesting predicament.
"Hey," she said, "What's your story?"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Who did you used to be 5 minutes ago?" She stopped masturbating at this point to pull some items out of a nearby bag. The girl threw off her baby tee and threw on a poor fitting black t-shirt. "I was a goth kid known by the name Raven." She threw some ripped fish nets on her legs and stuffed some paper towels into some large black boots. "Even though I'm not a guy anymore, I think Raven still works as a name, don't you?" She put the large boots on and proceeded to work on her make up...black lipstick, eyeliner, the works. "Now, what's your story?"
