The Professor will know what to do

You tuck the little machine into your pocket with a sigh and start up the car, meaning to go to the professor and report that the machine needs new batteries. Unfortunately, about three blocks from the lab, you are pulled over by a cop.

"What seems to be the problem, Officer?" you ask.

"You're a little young to be driving, Missy." the bike-using Policeman states, removing his helmet. "Let's see your license."

"Sure..." you say, and reach inside your wallet... uh... purse. You bring out your drivers license. "Oh, shit," you mutter. YOU'VE changed, but your license still bears the face of the male version of you.

"Problem?" the policeman asks, sounding triumphant.

"Um... no! Not at all," you say. What do you do now?!

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

Floor it, hon'!
Play dumb

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