When I came to, I was standing on a sidewalk in front of a dormitory—the Sigma Iota Theta sorority. My readout indicated our target was somewhere inside. Sighing I stepped up to the front door and tried the handle.
Nothing. The door refused to budge. An unfiltered thought that didn’t quite feel like mine slipped into my mind. I need to be a sorority member to enter. Something about it didn’t feel right but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made.
I need to be a sorority member to enter the sorority. I closed my eyes and concentrated on two thoughts. I am a woman and I am a member of the Sigma Iota Theta Sorority.
A moment passes and I open my eyes. Looking down at myself, nothing has changed. I didn’t know what I was expecting or what I was trying to do. I was still a woman. I was still 5 foot ten. I still had an unremarkably skinny frame, small almost non-existent breasts, and a bland face. Most importantly I was a member of the Sigma Iota Theta Sorority.
I had always hated how unshapely I was and my mother would always placate me saying that I would grow into myself. I never did. I would always be the tall skinny girl. Not that it bothered me anymore. I had gotten over the foolish wishes of my teenage years. I am who I am.
Not that any of this mattered. It was time to get inside my sorority and find the target.
