Mixer (Part 2)

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The atmosphere was obviously different from the kegger Greg was just at. The wine mixer was held at someone’s apartment in the nice part of town, classical music was playing, and there were conversations about politics and PBS shows. Greg just retreated to the corner to sit at the kitchen table. He tried downing the wine quickly like a beer at first, but soon settled on a more eloquent sipping.

He seemed to be the only one in someone else’s body. Or if they were, everyone was certainly acting really well at being normal -- or as normal as he guessed these people would act. 

He sat for some time. From time to time, he’d chuckle due to the amount he had to drink or just by reflecting on the sheer absurdity of the situation. The crowd had thinned out considerably before anyone noticed him sitting all alone.

The host offered to get his coat and purse. Greg responded with the truth, that he was a 19 year old boy trapped in a woman’s body and that he didn’t recall where he lived. Another guest chalked up the crazy talk by assuming Karen had too much to drink -- which was also the truth in a way -- and offered to help get Greg home to Karen’s apartment. Greg accepted.