Inside, Tristain raged. What's going on?!? Why can't I stop?!? Outside, though, "Trixie" just giggled and crossed her long legs, pointing her dainty bare feet at the camera. "All this and, um, y'know, other stuff. You're watching the news on WBAB - The Babe Channel!"
The Babe Channel?! Tristain cried.
"That's right. It's The Babe Channel," a voice said.
You can hear me? Tristain asked.
"Of course."
Who are you? Did you do this to me ... to us?
"First, my name is Narayanne. And second, yes, I made you the number one news team in the city. Just like you wanted."
I didn't want to become a woman!
"Well, that's the only way you'd become number one."
Change me back.
"Not a chance. Oh, look. The commercial break is almost over. Don't worry Tristain, or should I say Trixie. You'll like being an bimbo babe."
Wait!
But Narayanne was gone, for now.
"Ten seconds, girls," the director said.
