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'Damn... They are still here.' thought Tom as he leaning his elbow on the car body and adjusting his long hair, which was pulled back into a messy hairstyle. Tight white dress hugged his new slim and elegant figure, which was very different from his former stature. A number of reporters, some photographers, and some curious people milled around in the front lot. 'This will not do... I will have to go to another entrance...'

"Ex... Tom, right?" Tom heard the reporter's voice behind him. "Thomas Brooke, the ex-star of the Chicago Bears! Are you really planning a career as a female dancer? We heard the rumor but we couldn't believe it! What happened to the legendary star football player who has a wife and children? Can you tell us the whole story?"

'Shit! This reporter may call others if I try to escape...' thought Tom angrily while forcing a smile on his face. "Oh... You must be confused! I am not a football player. I am a dancer. What did you call me? Tom Brooke? I haven't heard this name. I am not him!" He tried to walk away but the reporter followed him.

"No! I am sure it is you, Tom! I saw your photos after your accident two months ago! I saw the video of you dancing at the charity ball last week. Everybody knows that you are famous football player who was injured during the championship game and got an experimental emergency treatment where your brain was placed in a body of a female dancer named Lisa, and then you are stuck inside the girl's body. Can you confirm it, Tom?"

Tom froze, stunned by the reporter's knowledge and his own carelessness. 'Fuck!' he thought, his mind racing with thoughts. "Lisa? Who is Lisa? I don't know anybody named Lisa! I am not him. I am not Thomas Brooke, the star quarterback of Chicago Bears! And I am not a man anymore. I... shit" he was lost for words.

"Yes, you are not him anymore, aren't you? So... What do you call yourself now, Tom? Lisa or something else? Do you plan to stay in this body? Why are you working as a dancer? Where are you staying? How long are you going to hide your true identity? Why did you hide for the past two months?"

"STOP! Stop it! Please stop it!" Tom put his hands over his ears. 'Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Why did I even agree to dance at this event today... Damn Paul, this is all his fault: "You need money until the doctors figure out your body, so just embrace this body and your new skills so you can get some money, for now I'll make sure everything is kept secret and find clients who are willing to pay high for private sessions with the star football player." Shit, that was the most humiliating moment in my life'