The Fog (Part 1)

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Getting a car during my senior year of college was pretty exciting. Granted, the thing was used and prone to breaking down, but the fact that I even had a set of wheels probably put me a few notches above the other guys on the coolness scale -- or at least that’s what I told myself. Trying to convince my other friends to go on a road trip with me one weekend told me otherwise.

Only Mack agreed to go with me. He had been my best friend since freshman year, so I don’t know if he felt obligated or if he was just bored. We had gone pretty far from campus when my car ultimately gave out. Our cell phones had no signal and the nearest town was miles away. We started walking.

About a half hour down the road, we encountered a strange pink fog. It tasted like perfume, and it was slowly changing us -- though neither of us noticed it at the time -- it was turning us into women. When we finally arrived at a town, it was night. We decided to get a room and find a mechanic in the morning. It was when the clerk called us “young women” that we both finally realized. Mack and I avoided freaking out at that exact moment, but once we got into our room, we screamed our heads off. The fact that we were now doing this with girly voices only added to our panic.