0 comments/ 6757 views/ 0 favorites The Writers By: stoneypoint The tag read on the employee read, "I like to write romance stories." That caught my eye and as I stood there I wanted to open up a dialogue about her interest. I said to myself, "Say something, ask her about it, go on, and ask her about it." I wondered to myself, does she actually write romance or are her 'romance stories' actually a little spicier then that? She was pretty and she was much too young for me, but if she wrote them, how good was she at it and did any become published? I finished with my business and told her to have a great weekend. The following week I was there two times. I worked it out so I got her as my attendant. She didn't recognize me the first time. She gets hundreds of customers a week. She recognized me the third time I was there and we chatted while she did my transactions. "Alright, I said, it seems strange someone would put that on their tag." "Pardon me" she said smiling. "Oh you mean 'I write romance stories'. Yeah I suppose you could call them that." She didn't expound on it at all. "Have a nice day sir." "Sir, I am a 'sir' to her? Damn that sucks big time. I don't wanna be 'sir' to her. I want to be more then that. Call me by my first name", I thought to myself. "Alicia, I said to her just call me Danny." And just like that in a quirky, chirpy way, she said, "OKAY!" She smiled and with a new glistening in her eyes, she winked at me. "Danny, have a good weekend, OKAY?" "You too Alicia, it's been nice doing business with you." She agreed and in that same chirpy gleeful tone of voice I quickly came to adore. I was falling for a girl I didn't even know. A few days later, in the grocery store, she had a little girl in her cart. I assumed it was her daughter. Alicia was in the frozen food section, but I didn't need anything in that section that day. When I saw her, my heart skipped a few beats. I wanted to say hi to her, but I didn't want to seem like I was being rude, imposing on her, or stalking her either. Now stalking would be a stretch for me. I decided not to say hi, but I didn't know she saw me first and strategically worked so she'd be in the same isle as me. Isn't she clever? "Hiya Danny" I heard this chirpy and gleeful tone of voice from behind me. "How's your day going?" She waited for me to answer her question. I knew it was her and I had a huge smile on me before I even turned my head around. "I'm great Alicia. Thanks for asking. How are you? Wow your daughter is cute and looks a little like you. What are you up to today, besides grocery shopping?" "Oh nothing; it's going to storm so I'm probably just going to sit home and write today." "You write do you?" I was acting ignorant on purpose. I didn't want her to think I remembered something trivial like that. Besides, I already had a very good picture of her in my mind what she looked like with close on and with close off. I was already wishing for the best. "Yes silly, don't you recall we talked about that when you came in", she said in her pretty sounding voice. I love that tone she presents to people. I didn't know I was one of only a handful that heard her chirpy drawl. Yes Alicia was from West Virginia and she moved to my area here in North Dakota a few years back for school. She studied communications but due to lost grants had to drop out temporarily. So how does the niece appear in this picture? Her sister and sister came to see her, but were going shopping, and were going to take the niece with them shortly. The niece spent the evening at her house. Glad that was established. She's a single woman. "So you don't have a boyfriend?" "Oh aren't you the sneaky one", she exclaimed. "No I do not, now are you happy?" Her eyes lit up like sparklers on the fourth of July. The twinkle made my heart pound. Her look at me made my heart pound. It was an honest smile, with a cute and small set of lips and also her soft set of small eyes that were light brown made my heart pump hard too. "Well it doesn't hurt one bit at all" I joked. "What about you, she asked, I don't see any bars on your finger, so that means you are also a single man, hopefully?" "Yes, yes I am unfortunately as single as single gets." "I like how that sounds. As single as single gets, huh, now that has the right makings of a good romance story, maybe, huh?" She laughed lightly. I liked Alicia more and more. She was so positive. "May I ask you a question?" She said, "Sure why not? What do I have to lose as long as it's not too incriminating." The little girl, her niece, was becoming restless. "Are you always as beautiful as I've pictured you? In other words, I saw you as a cute, adorable clerk and as any guy I wouldn't mind getting to know you big time. But a situation such as that is usually a pipe dream. That sort of thing doesn't happen." Her niece was definitely ready to leave and it was evident. "Awww, you are so adorable Danny. I'd really love to get to know you a lot better too." There was that cute cheerleader like voice again. "No shit, you're kidding right?" "Danny, don't cuss, okay? I don't care for that. Yes. I'd love to know you. There is something cool I like about you and since it's going to rain, why not come over and we can figure out something to do today. How's that sound? I'm dropping her off and I'm just going to write if I don't have anything else to do." "Wow, that's sweet. I'd really like that. Are you sure about this? Honestly, I don't have anything important going on either, so it's cool with me too." "What's your cell number" she asked. I didn't have one. Well what is your home phone? I'll call and leave a number and my address too, okay?" I agreed we didn't know if we should shake hands, hug, or what? We said goodbye and I checked out sooner, but by the time I pulled out of the parking space, she was unloading her cart and waving away at me. I was jazzed up. Alicia and neither of us knew the others last name, or I didn't know hers for sure was much shorter then me. I wanted to know everything about her. I mean I wanted know anything and everything about this bright eyed, cheery, pretty, and actually good-looking girl. I on the other hand am a nice guy, with a few chips on my shoulder, but for the most part, I'm not sure I meet her standards. I'm not sure that mattered because she invited me over with open arms. She didn't skate for days or weeks around me to get a feel for me, like a few other relationships I have had. She jumped right in and invited me over without getting a sense of me and my background. I come from a good solid background, a solid Christian upbringing, and a modest size family of five, including three sisters. On the way home, I called my twin and talked to her about the girl I met through the bank and she said go for it and see how it plays out. Have fun with it, but be nice and respectful. That's what she said in so many words. I got home and two messages were on my phone and both were from Alicia. The first was just to say hi and she gave me her address, which was a nice neighborhood so that was cool. The second was funny to me and exciting because she told me to bring trunks and she told me her last name; it was Hopson. "Cool beans, now I know something more and we're going swimming." I arrived about 45 minutes later. I brought my trunks and a change of clothes and my toothbrush and toothpaste. I tucked that away just in case she'd look in and see it and think I'm assuming something incorrectly. However one just doesn't know, do they? I hadn't realized she actually lived in the 'nicer' part of the complex. That meant she lived in the student housing section that were condominiums that also had indoor pools and each condominium had its own hot tub too. Alicia is short. She is only 5'3" but to me she's the cutest darn girl I've seen in a long time. She's a great hostess too in fact. She has thinner medium length brown hair that comes down to her shoulders. She is a little bustier then I realized, but that doesn't matter one iota to me. I think, once we go to the pool or her hot tub, I'm going to appreciate her much more then I thought. She's not perfect. She isn't very thin. She has a pudgier nature to herself, but it isn't something that is pronounced either. She told me later on she doesn't exercise much, but she swims and walks. Her buttock's is fuller, but not huge in any capacity. She has well defined curves that look good to me when I see her from the back. Lastly, when I saw her in her bathing suit, I saw really nice legs that weren't fat at all. Overall, physically she was very attractive. It's like the added toppings to a great ice cream dessert. Me on the other hand, I'm only 5' 9". I'm not chiseled, but I'm not pudgy. I felt embarrassed when it came time to 'suit' up and lie around in her hot tub. But she did one further and made me feel more comfortable soon enough. Once I arrived, she offered me refreshment and we talked about ourselves and 'compared notes'. We laughed at similar situations. Her being from West Virginia intrigued me. She asked me about my life and what I did. She didn't even know. I told her. Then she asked me what I loved doing as a hobby or special interests and I didn't know how to answer her. "You do have hobbies right?" "Yep, I do, I said, but it's kind of hard to explain." "Why's that, she asked, don't you want others to know?" "Yeah I'd love for them to know, however it isn't something you just tell the general public." "What's that mean", she asked curiously. "Is it secret? Do you work for the government? Are you a pimp or something and maybe I don't want to know you? Are you a disgusting human being who needs to be locked up? Are you a pedophile for that matter?" She was being silly and it showed and she still was nice about it all. I hesitated to answer her. "Well, if I told you the truth, would you think less of me, knowing little that you know of me already?" She replied no. "Well I also write. I am not good at it, but I do write." "So what do you write?" "I uhhhh write, uhhh" and she interrupted my answer. "You write erotica don't you? Oooohh I wanna see what you write. Please may I?" "No I don't write that stuff. I only write romance." She knew better but was still chirpy and nice about it. She was respectful but unwavering at the same time. "Let me see please? I'd love to read anything. Have you published anything online? Tell you what I want you to read mine, okay. But I write some too and not just romance stories. I do write erotica actually. There I said it. No one knows that at all, except you and me." I smiled at her. I felt so much better. I wanted to hug her. I was connecting with her. I wanted to know her so much more. "Why did you invite me here today" I asked Alicia. "Because I really liked you the second or third time I ran into you at work and I told a few people there is a guy and I didn't say who, that I wanted to get to know and I meant it too. When we saw each other and I saw you first I think I planned it so we would start talking. It was coincidence that I was with my niece. I am so, so thrilled that you and I get to know each other. Are you as thrilled as me?" I was thrilled and I wanted to show her how thrilled I was. I wanted to ask Alicia if it was okay to kiss her. I didn't but I wanted too, yeah I really did! "Are you hungry Danny? Can I get you something to eat? I'm not but I'd love to fix you something if you are. Feel free to make yourself something later if your not. My place, well it's your place Danny, okay?" Damn she was perfect! "Okay, I exclaimed, I hafta ask. Are you always so cheery? I love you this way. I can't get over you being so nice and quirky like you are. It is so neat actually!" "Yeah I am. I am almost always like this. I like being this way. The only time I am not is when I get into an occasional funk and that's when I will write my erotica. How's that sound for entertainment?" She giggled and giggled. I wanted to hug her even more and kiss her too! "Here Danny, let me show you my stuff." She logged on, pulled up her portfolio of stories. She had it all separated so well. It was all organized and she took me to her romance and then her erotic. I spent a half hour and told her I could spend a couple of days reading it. She blew me away with her next comment. "Spend the night then; how about it, just spend the evening and I can give you a change of clothes, somehow and a new toothbrush. Is that an offer or is that an offer? Of course, we wouldn't sleep together, unless you wanted too." I turned around and looked at her and I was ready to kiss her. I didn't but I said, trying to behave conservatively, sounds like a great idea but we don't know each other that well and well, I don't know Alicia." Hell I wanted to kiss her passionately and hug her and well I felt like asking her if she wanted to get in the hot tub and play. "Well think about it. I want you to hang out as long as you feel like being here. I think you are nice, I think you are cute, and you are a gentleman too; so far you've been that to me." "Thanks Alicia, I'm trying to be one to you, but it's awfully difficult right now." "Huh, what do you mean by that?" She stopped smiling. "Did I misunderstand who and what you are Danny?" "Uhhh I hope not. I just meant I've wanted to give you a big hug and kiss. I felt that attracted to you Alicia." "Ohhh wow, that's all? Oh wow, then stand up and come here and do that, please do that. I'd love one; I've wanted you to since about 15 minutes after you walked in." That joyful tone uplifted my spirits and attitude 100%. I told her too. "I hope my breath doesn't smell funny" and we hugged and kissed. Our kiss went on for a long time and I hadn't even been there for an hour yet. It was truly meant to be. Being together was meant to be I thought and hoped. We kissed for a couple of minutes and the closeness I felt was incredible. She pulled herself tighter and tighter towards me. I loved how Alicia kissed, behaved, sounded, and I loved many things about her. I sure hoped she felt this way about me. "Phewwww, she exclaimed, I loved kissing you. Did you love it as much as me?" "Phewww is perfect Alicia. I loved how you kissed me and also how you hugged me tightly. You can hug me tight like that anytime you feel like it. I am thrilled we ran into each other at the store. I am thrill you asked me over. I am so happy we get to know each other. I hope this goes on for a long time Alicia. I hope we really get to know a lot about each other." "Hehehe Danny, Phewww that's a lot to listen to, but I agree, hehehe! Tell you what, maybe I'll put all my stories on disc so you can read them and maybe I can read a few of yours too. Are any online?" "Yep, there are several online. They suck, but I like writing." "That's all that matters Danny. That others get aroused or whatever." "Is that what you think too Alicia?" She smiled her wide and pretty smile and nodded yes. "Danny, wanna take a dip in the hot tub?" I told her sure and we went and changed separately. She emerged with a towel covering he body up before I did. She called out that she'd be in it waiting and I came out just after she sat down in it. Little did I know she didn't put on a suit; not a bikini and not a basic one either so I had no clue she was naked. She turned on the jets so the swirling, bubbling, and rushing water canvassed her naked figure. I stared mainly at her smiling face and her pretty soft light brown eyes and her smile. She was always smiling. "Isn't this great? I can't believe I've met someone really nice and cool like you Alicia. I suppose I should say thank you for inviting me over. I'd be bored and just writing a new story." "Well you can write about us, how's that sound? I can write a version too and we'll see how each comes out. Yeah, that's groovy isn't it? Each of us writes our own version and we'll see how they come out." I thought to myself, "Groovy, man my dad's the only one I know who says that. Wow." "Hahaha" as I laughed at her but apologized. "My dad's the only person I know who actually uses that word." "Really, so does mine. Isn't that goofy?" That's when I felt a stronger connection for the first time personally and wanted to inch right next to her. Instead she made the first move. We held hands, watched the heavier clouds move in, and said to one another that storm was coming soon enough. We continued holding hands, but I leaned forward and got her attention and kissed her. Unbeknownst to me, I was unaware she hadn't been wearing a bathing suit. When I leaned forward to kiss her it hadn't dawned on me she was flowing out everywhere. Her boobs floated just beneath the surface of the water. We kissed a little without any hugging. At that point, I almost discovered her naked body. I hugged her but my other hand and arm went directly behind her around the tops of her back just about her shoulder level. I didn't' lower my arms to feel she wasn't wearing anything. She could feel my trunks, but I was turned on alone by the kissing and developed a boner. Then she made me discover her. She led one of my arms down her back some. I didn't catch on at all. Then she brought it around against her tummy. I still hadn't caught on. The whole time she was trying to tell me, and she was probably 'shouting' at me, "Danny can't you tell I'm naked and want you to know that I'm not wearing anything? Danny get a clue!" Then she looked at me and I looked at her. She said, "Danny you are so sweet. You are a nice guy. I'd think by now most guys would try to do something in this situation, but you haven't except kiss me. I really like that about you. Would you like to get married?" Then she laughed and winked at me with one of her cheery looks. "Nah, I'm kidding, but heck if we knew each other longer, I might consider it. Anyways Danny, what I'm trying to tell you is I haven't been wearing anything since I took off my clothes, except that towel over there." Again she smiled sweetly and my boner went into overdrive. My eyes popped out of my head as I searched and searched the waters to get a good view of her breasts as well as the rest of her body, but mainly her tits. "Hehehe, you are so cute Danny boy! Here, let me give you a much better look" and she stood right up and I was given a full view of her body and she smiled proudly while turning around slowly. "Do I get your stamp of approval?" "Slap" and she jumped because I mildly slapped her butt as my sign of approval and she didn't expect it. She broke out in a high pitched laughter, dropped down to kiss me, smacked my cheek lightly, and my chest also. Then we hugged and kissed. That's when she finally felt it. "Oh wow, uhhh groovy? Ohhh wow Danny, ummm yeah uhhh" and she looked down into the darker abyss of her hot tub but couldn't see it. She felt it but no way could she see it. "Is ummm this where I umm, uhhh well maybe I shouldn't actually." She looked down shamefully, but was more then curious and I wouldn't say hungry, but definitely she was curious. "Umm, Alicia, have you ever felt a guys ummm you know what?" "Uhhh noooo, she responded. Umm I've, well no I haven't. I don't think I want to now either. It just doesn't feel right to do that Danny." "Alicia, do you want to touch it. You don't actually have to feel it, but you can feel it through my trunks if you want to." She still looked down trying to see of she could see a shape and couldn't. I saw her tits under the surface and they were magnified a little, but I was obviously turned on. Yeah, I don't know if I wanted to get all dirty and do something wild that we weren't ready for. But I felt like we were. The problem is we didn't know each other too well, so we didn't know if we were emotionally ready. The Writer's Block 1. A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard. "Who's there?" the journalist sits in a chair, scanning the room. "I'm a panacea," the voice says. "That's an intriguing accent," the journalist asks, as if buying time. "Where are you from? I assume you're a female?" "You don't have to be afraid," the voice continues, completely ignoring the journalist's question. "I am not a symptom of schizophrenia, nor am I a symptom of dissociative identity disorder. In fact - I am here to help you." "Help me?" the man tries to understand what is going on. "How did you get here? Who are you? Where are you?" "You are going to change now," the voice states in a mantric voice. "You need a powerful experience to break through your writer's block." Silence. "You are to listen carefully," the voice states. "The discomfort of paralysis is necessary." "To what?" the man asks. "Freud said that woman is a castrated man," the voices begins, not paying attention to whether the man is actually listening, as if trying to perform a perfunctory task. "I would proceed even further, and say that a woman is a castrated prepubescent boy who was socially conditioned to grow his hair long. Woman's inferiority is expressed through her clothing, i.e. dresses, skirts, makeup, nails, Roman slave branders - piercings, heels -- ad infinitum. Her behavioral patterns, such as: cowardice, lack of perseverance and focus on appearance. She continuously rebels against this unpleasant condition but whatever she does -- she knows the truth. For example, dresses force a woman to adopt a certain posture, as well as heels. In the Bible, it was not long hair that gave Samson his powers -- au contraire, short hair meant power. Another feminist lie. When you give a woman power, she becomes arrogant and bitchy. When you control her -- just like Thomas Aquinas, Napoleon as well as the father of Hellenic civilization proclaimed -- she is forced into sweetness and charm. In fact, Eve is God's warning for Adam. Eve is an epitome of inferiority. Would a woman allow herself to be subjugated if she was equal? Facts speak for themselves. Even the feminist revolution was sponsored by a man -- namely the German-American-Jewish oil magnate Rockefeller! Satan is not the supervillain -- he merely tested Eve's will on God's behalf - and she was unable to resist her immanent vanity! No wonder females use their sex as a disability throughout life -- they are castrated prepubescent boys, after all. Skirted men with two assholes. The woman uses her disability throughout her life to save her from many unpleasant consequences which befall men - it truly is amazing how an appendage changes one's outlook on existence so completely. But remain vigilant, for there is a perfect storm in place. The game is up and you know it. You feel it. There is no point in denying the obvious. The bands of psychopaths cannot wait to unleash their blasphemy upon the world. Tell me, why does a six-year-old boy laugh when he sees a man in a dress? Why do you feel so embarrassed right now? What is the reason?" In a moment of cogency, the journalist runs toward the door. But they slam shut right in front of his face. "Nobody's going to come to this house," the omnipresent voice asserts. "Nobody. You may be surrounded by billions, and yet.. you are all alone. All of you. You watch movies about paranormal activities inside your own houses.. are you sure it's mere entertainment? Why do you call it paranormal? How can you tell?" The man feels his skin is getting softer; his bodily hairs disappear, as if being dragged underneath; he touches the Adam's apple and can barely find it. "God!" the professional screams. "My balls!" "You won't pass out," the voice adds. "Part of the process. I am told it feels like an anvil crashing your manhood." The man collapses on the ground and writhes; he feels the hair on his head starts growing fast, almost like a thousand spiders walking all over his skull; the inner organs contort as if they are about to explode; the bone structure shifts mercilessly, causing multiple fractures. Given the amount of pain, he can barely notice the changes happening to the nails. "The worst is over," the voice tells a man who is now barely conscious and lying in a pool of sweat. "We're going to fix this, don't worry." The sweat suddenly disappears and the life force returns to the journalist's body. He can feel the floor with his rear. "Look at the lipstick, look at the manicure, look at the pedicure, look at waxing, look at the powder, look at all those attributes of femininity," the voice glees. "I'm going to move you now." The reporter nears catatonia as he becomes a helpless observes of the body floating toward the table. "There," the voice continues. "Your hands on the table. That's right. Perfect. Look what's here!" The man drudges his head upward and notices all the feminine attributes the voice described earlier. "They will now come to life," the voice boasts. "I bet you never saw flying lipsticks!" "No," the man mutters. "No.. please." "What a beautiful blonde you are," clapping can be heard. "Look at those curls! Look at the fringe!" The journalist's body assumes a vertical position. "That's a girl. This yellow dress is going to be perfect," the journalist can feel the dress being shoved on him. "Now sit. The heels are waiting." "Floating heels," the voice says. "Aren't they awesome?" The man shakes his head in resignation. "Because it's the color of betrayal," the voice adds nonchalantly. "You know, shaftless escutcheons were given to traitors in your Middle Ages. Rampant lions without balls." Silence. "It's time for you to show your true - white, that is - feathers," the voice says. "On your knees, please. I want to see that gracefully girlish ass of yours." White feathery tassels appear around the hem. "You don't know how to walk in heels so I'm doing you a favor right now," the voice asserts. "I wouldn't stand up if I were you." "STOP!" the man utters a girlish scream. "PLEASE!" "Isn't it ironic," the voice muses. "So many men would like to have their dicks cut off just so they can experience the joy of womanhood. To avoid the draft. To be treated like ladies. Is this even logical? Why would you want to become something so.. inferior, something so.. humiliating? I know you, Mark. I know you did not harbor such desires. You are probably wondering: why me, then? Why not some tranny? Well, at least now you know how difficult it is to transform a man. Yes, it is possible, as you can now so obviously tell. But without my powers, your internal organs would explode and you could as well land in 1944. Do you know what I mean by 1944? I hope so. I am giving you a sui generis opportunity here! You will not only learn how to walk in heels, but you will also learn how to twirl. And when this planet plunges into chaos, I will finally take you with me, to my place. You will then be my queen. You will then see me in PERSON. You see, my dear - former - man Mark, I am not a demon, a ghost or whatever your demented pseudo-religion would like to brand me. I am an entity, just like you, a bipedal species looking for love. I hope you find my English acceptable. I am still learning that weird mix of languages. When your world crashes and burns, I will come in my ship for you. I will come for you and you will thank me.. you will thank me for saving you! Of course, for that safety there is a price.. your manhood." "I NEVER ASKED TO BE SAVED!" Mark exclaims. "NOT LIKE THIS!" "That does not matter now," the voice continues. "That simply does not matter. I wanted to help you. I AM helping you. One day you will thank me. By the way, what a beautiful bare derriere you have!" 2. "What the hell?" Mark asks himself, still feeling the transformational pain. "You're back to your normal self," the voice calmly explains. "Look around you." "Where are we?" asks the man. "Moscow," replies the voice. "You thought it's a dream, didn't you?" "I thought so," the journalist shakes his head. Silence. "You've an American accent. Very good. This pronunciation is acceptable, but.. there's a twist," the man hears. "What kind of twist?" the man leans over. "Come with me," the voice says. "What are you doing to me!?" the man exclaims. "Waxing your body," the voice giggles. "I know it's uncomfortable, but it'll be over soon." "Why didn't you leave me in that girlish form?" the man inquires. "You see," the voice pauses. "I'm doing you a favor here." The man does not respond. "You'll teach English here," the voice continues as if nothing is happening. "That's where the twist comes in." "They want a female native speaker?" Mark asks. "Very good," the voice replies. "And you're it." "Oh no," the man pauses. "This is too surreal to be even remotely real." "This isn't a total transference," the voice explains. "Just a partial one." "What's a transference?" the journalistic spirit of the professional never sleeps. "It's like reincarnation but you remember all the details," answers the voice. "That's complete transference." "Incarnating into a new body with memories of my previous vessel?" the man blurts out. "Yes," the voice answers. "Many existential aspects come into play. How are you going to handle the loss of independence after becoming an infant? A different gender? A different family? What about your previous family? How do you feel about the change encompassing every facet of your life?' Are you going to interact with your previous family? Is this going to be a different dimension?"' Silence. "Think about it," the voice continues. "You know how to walk in heels now. I transferred your manly skills to girlish skills. Come on - try it!" "I don't have any heels," the man replies. "They're in front of you," the voice asserts. Mark puts the black heels on and struts around the room. "See?" the voice laughs. "I didn't have to do that!" "What happens now?" Mark asks. "When you think GOD, what do you see?" the voice posits a question. "Did you see a word? An image? What's the connotation? Was that your independent thought? How can you tell?" "I don't know how to answer that," replies the confused professional. "The torches of freedom were introduced because corporations needed more profits," the voice continues. " Think about it as an experience. Look at prisons. The appendage or lack thereof does not constitute your gender identity." "I see what you mean," the journalist nods. "Think about why many more men would be willing to experience the life of a woman and why this would be a good business," the voice asserts. "Imagine giving all those rick pricks all sorts of experiences they both desire and despise. Imagine the dichotomy." "There would be trouble with the law," Mark mutters. "Don't be such a linear thinker, my dear," the voice laughs. "That's where waivers come in!" Mark shakes his head in disbelief. "You cannot fight social mores, Mark," the voice states. "Why does a six-year old laugh at a man in a dress in so many countries around the world? Why do you feel embarrassed when watching a movie containing counter-stereotypical gender role examples? Why do you only feel it when someone's next to you? You're not the one subjected to humiliation - so tell me, Mark - why?" "The rules are everywhere," the man replies. "Who knows where they came from." "Yes, my dear Mark," he hears a reply. "The only way to change the status quo is a mental paradigm shift just like around the pink and blue. The order of the white feathers." "What do you mean?" the journalist asks. "A calamity, Mark," the voice says. "A war. Never let a good crisis go to waste." "Who are you?" the professional asks the seemingly empty room. "I am of the Watchers, Mark," replies the voice. "But enough of that. A class full of eager Russian students is waiting for you. They think you're a woman so I wouldn't blow my cover if I were you." "Will this ever end?" the man asks. "Yes," the voice affirms its stance. "You'll have enough experience after the lessons."