High Voltage:Grab beer
From Create Your Own Story
I reached for the beer can and cracked it open. It was shitty beer; no doubt the best the girls could afford on a college budget. I enjoyed craft beers and this was crap. Nevertheless, drinking it made me feel more normal. It didn't matter that I had a pony tail and no dick between my legs, the taste of the beer on the lips made me think I was a man.
I turned on the TV and devoured three slices of the pizza in a matter of minutes. I went back to the fridge and grabbed another beer. I started working on a fourth slice of pizza, but I started to get full. "Bitch stomach," I grumbled. There wasn't much on TV. I put it on some James Bond marathon for some external boost of testosterone. When my second beer was gone I went and grabbed another and plopped down on the couch. I could really feel the buzz now, which was strange considering it was only my third drink. "Bitch liver," I grumbled again. I looked at the clock, and decided I would need to stop if I wanted to be able to drive to see Lauren at 9.
I went to the bathroom and then grabbed my keys from the bedroom. I was excited when I spotted the BMW logo on the key. "That should make finding the car much easier," I said aloud to myself. I returned to the couch to watch James Bond make love to the girl, as he does in every movie, and it filled me with sadness. I wiped my eyes on the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or my ovaries, but I needed to be out of this body. I turned off the TV, tidied the room a little, grabbed my purse and left.
The silver BMW was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be. I unlocked it and stepped inside. After about 30 minutes of of driving I was on the street.
Should I:
