Freaky Home Evening: Girls Night Out

Chapter I: Henry Higgins Revisited I pushed the gas pedal down. “I see why men love driving. You’re this small clot of flesh and blood. But put this fragile clot inside a chassis of steel, add several hundred horsepower, and you are in business.” Sarah threw her head back. “Meep, meep!” I stole a quick glance at Sarah. She was in her husband’s body, which was slowly winning a pyrrhic victory against prostate cancer. She looked haggard in the borrowed flesh. But beneath the emaciation, there was a glow of joy. Maybe it was her smile. “You know, being in our husband’s body is a lot like being in a car. Were really these small little women, so fragile and delicate as dandelions. But put us in these tough bodies, and boom! We’re running a four-hundred horsepower body.” We laughed. “So where are we going?” “I think crazy.” Sarah said. “You know, kid sister—who is now the brother I never had—we’re really blessed.” “Why? How?” “Every girl wishers her husband was a woman.” “That’s just like My Fair Lady! Except backwards.” In unison we misquoted Dr. Henry Higgins: “Why can’t a man be more like a woman?” “Even in our husbands’ bodies,” shouted Sarah, “girls still rule.”