I know it is childish but screw her. Balancing my beers in one hand, I couldn’t help but appreciate my reflection in the mirror. Damn, I look sexy. Smiling, I can’t help but think, I would sure do me.
Carol thought she was getting the last laugh. Instead of filing for divorce, she used some magic thing to turn me into woman. And she thought turning me into some petite little 20-something girl would make me a crying pathetic wreck.
Sticking out my tongue as take the selfie to send to her. I got to get back to he party. I still can’t decide if I will mister muscles over there keep hitting on me, or try to convince that blond to spend the night with me.
