THUD THUD THUD THUD"Bro, open up! Please! I need your help!" The voice on the other side of the apartment door isn't one you recognize. A woman's voice, rich and melodious despite the panic underscoring every word. The knocking comes again, even more urgent. "C'mon! She might be right behind me! Open the door!" She knows your name. This is getting stranger and stranger. You open the door to find a very flustered, VERY attractive woman on your doorstep. She's about six feet tall, with an hourglass figure even her ill-fitting t-shirt and jeans can't disguise. Her blonde hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders, framing a truly impressive chest. And it doesn't look like she has a bra on... The woman's pure blue eyes lock onto yours, fear and confusion in her wide-eyed stare. "Dude, you're not gonna believe this, but it's me. It's Jeff. A witch turned me into a fuckin' GIRL, dude! I promise I am not fucking with you." As the utterly insane words hit home, you recognize the t-shirt this woman is wearing. The band logo, the stains, the way it's faded on one side--that's Jeff's prized t-shirt, all right. Could this really be him? Before you can say anything, the woman pushes past you, desperate to get into your apartment and out of sight. "You gotta let me crash here, man. Who knows what that crazy witch will do to me if she finds me again!"