A decision for "Christina"

"I can't do this," you think to yourself.

"C'mon, girlie, let's see what you got!" one of the more drunken customers yells at you.

You glance around and are relieved to see that this club does, in fact, have a couple of bouncers. You think to yourself, "Well, as long as the bouncers are around, these slobbering men down here can't really do anything to me." But, you wonder, why should I perform for these losers?

Another stripper with long brown hair and dressed in a white halter top and short pink skirt with ruffles at the bottom comes out from backstage. She grabs your arm and gives you a concerned look. "Hey, Christina, what's wrong?" she asks you.

"Uhhh . . ." you start to say, realizing with shock that your male voice has disappeared. "Of course," you think to yourself. "I've changed into a woman, so naturally my voice has become softer."

Composing yourself, you turn toward the brown-haired stripper. "I'm . . . I'm fine," you manage to say. "I'm ready now."

The stripper seems relieved. "Okay," she says. "Well, do your thing. Don't want to get the club owner . . . Mr. Street . . . mad at you." Giving the crowd of customers a side glance, she adds, "You don't want to tick them off, either."

You decide your best option is to play along for now. Hopefully, you say to yourself, this mysterious magic will somehow reverse itself.

And so, your performance begins.

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