Randy? That name meant something to Stacey. Randy. Randy….it was so familiar. Had that been her nickname when she was younger? She had *always* been a girl, she was sure of it. So why would her name ever have been Randy? She was all confused. Seeing this hot guy, she was getting wet. She could hardly think. She *wanted* him.
“Randy?” she said. “I…I don’t know…”
Doug caught a glimpse of something then, that sent a chill up his spine. On this girl’s arm, there was a tattoo. *Randy’s* tattoo. They had gone out and gotten them together. He would recognize Randy’s tat anywhere. It *had* to be that one.
No, it couldn’t be. Randy wouldn’t have worn panties, and let himself be turned into a woman by the curse! No way!