Three-card Monty

It was embarrassing to lose a bet in the middle of the street with everyone watching. Brendon thought it was a gag when the girls offered him a chance to win money in a game of Three-card Monty. If he won only one game in five he would walk away $100 richer. If he lost he got shot with a girly light. Brendon knew how marks were tricked in Three-card Monty and girly lights were a joke guys talked about after a half dozen beers.

The girls were good. Brendon was certain he knew where the card was, but each time was wrong. To be a good sport he stood proud and tall as the girls aimed the girly light gun. It happened so fast Brendon never knew what hit him; one second he was a guy, the next, a girl, complete with pleated mini skirt, heels and hose.

Embarrassed, Brendon hurried away as fast as he could in heels. He turned his face away as the girls called him Lucy to his back. She kept walking away, past the motorcycle shop. She glanced at the awesome bike in the window and knew guys riding those things would be the bane of his existence now, gawking at her tight body. She also knew a rough lookin’ dude riding a hog would sweep her off her feet some day soon.