Thirty Days

Brent looked nervously around the bar. Then he looked down at himself. Should he have worn a more revealing outfit? Maybe he should’ve put on thicker makeup? It didn’t matter anymore. This was his last chance. Twenty nine days ago, he had picked up this woman at a bar and then woke up the next day in her body. She had left a note explaining he had thirty days to sleep with someone else or he’d be trapped in the woman’s body forever. He didn’t want to sleep with a guy, but he didn’t want to be stuck as a woman either! He had gone out to bars each night, but he often found he was too shy to really seal the deal. So this evening was going to be his last chance. If he didn’t hook up with someone tonight, he’d have to deal with the fact that he was going to have this body for good.