. “All right, very funny. How are you doing?”“I think you might have the wrong number.”“Okay, Heather,” I sang.There was a moment of muffl...ed talking, and then a man came on the line, his voice short and to the point.“Can I help you?”“Oh, I think, uh ... I’m—Sorry!”I hung up abruptly, a bit surprised; dialing Heather’s phone number was practically a reflex to me. Admittedly, I was still distracted due to Tommy’s injury earlier in the day, so it was possible I’d swapped some digits. Then again,. Taking a closer look at my memories, I discovered who I now was,Courtney, 18 years old college freshman, star volleyball player, andjudging by what was looking back at me in the mirror, a total knockout.From my memories I could tell that I had never had a boyfriend, and wasin fact a lesbian. I was actually very grateful for that fact as I stillretained my male self, and the idea of sex with a guy was as revolting tome as it had been yesterday. I brought up memories of my roommate,Britney, also. That felt even weirder because in the tribal culture of long-haired America names weren’t always exchanged. Introductions seemed horribly formal to people rebelling against formality and tradition. If you didn’t know a guy’s name you simply referred to him as man. The polite freak in those days substituted the word lady when addressing a female. Next came Massachusetts state line and the dad asked a question that drew her blondeness’s head out of the book. “Is anybody else getting hungry? “ He. ‘fuckin ot aint it’ ‘yeah I’ll be glad to get into the shade’. I was walking to his side and as I spoke i got a chance to study this vision of beauty! His tight jeans covered a beautifully rounded peachy butt and his arms were toned and veiny and hung to the side of a stunning strong chest. He was well over six foot and blonde with piercing blue eyes.. god this guy was making me horny!As we reached the woodland things changed suddenly, he grabbed my arm and dragged me further into the trees.’.