EEK! I'm a Woman

BLURB
Brad takes leave of his work buddies at Libation Station to make the acquaintance of Ginger, the most stunningly gorgeous woman he's ever seen. He's bedazzled, but taken aback when she reveals she's a paid escort. Even so, he's celebrating a promotion and this beauty is who he wants to end the night with. It's all good...

After a wondrous time on the town and an unforgettable night in a Manhattan hotel room, the couple awakes to a mind-numbing realization. A frazzled, inept newbie angel, based on a throwaway comment made in the heat of their lovemaking, has switched their brain power from one body into another. Now Brad is Ginger and Ginger is Brad. The flummoxed pair are outraged, angry, and totally baffled. In the heat of the confusion, Brad remembers he must be at work by noon to receive his big promotion--and he needs Ginger to make it happen.

And that's just the beginning...

EXCERPT
I felt a slight brush of my hair and smelled a woman's perfume. I turned my head to follow the sound of a woman's high heels and was rewarded with a visual treat. Long blonde hair and a classic coke-bottle shape rode upon perfectly formed legs. She was as if Barbie doll had come to life.
When she turned and ducked into the ladies room, I elbowed Lew. "Did you see that?"

He nodded slow and precise. "The blonde?"

"Ah-huh"

"Yeah! Nice!"

"Did you see her face?"

"Yes. She's gorgeous. I watched when she and her equally hot friend came in. They must be models."

"Where? Where's her friend?"

I surveyed the lounge.

"Sitting at the bar. Tall, with auburn hair, wearing a short teal shift, and legs up to her waist."

I looked over and sighed. "She is stunning. Can you imagine what it must be like to look like that? If I was a woman and looked like that, I'm afraid I'd be a real slut."

Lew laughed. "From what I can tell, you're a slut now."

I laughed. "I'd like to be a slut, but I don't have the sex appeal. Men are so restricted, suits or sports coats and ties, while women like these, exude their sexuality through their clothing, hair and makeup, manicures, pedicures. It's not fair."

"Sounds like you'd like to be a woman."

"No, I'm happy as a man. I just think it might be a blast to be a sexy, trendy woman--to dress to your personality--to have guys come to you instead of having to go to women."

Lew started to answer me, but I shushed him as she came out of the ladies room. Lew was right, she was gorgeous. I stared straight at her and she smiled. She passed and my head turned to follow her gait as she wove her way back to the bar.

"Well, what do you think?" Jimbo asked, obviously privy to our conversation.

"Extraordinary."

"I know. If I wasn't married... But I am so... What about you Brad? You're not even involved."
Lew chirped in. "No, Brad's not involved. He's a player, aren't you?"

Don't I wish? "I play around occasionally, but lately I've been in a drought."

Lew frowned. "A man of the town has to make their own breaks. You're getting a big promotion tomorrow and have every reason to celebrate." He hitched his head toward the lovely ladies, "And I'd start right over there. Give it a try."

~ * * ~

I smiled at Amber and took my seat. "So, when is your Thursday date...what's his name again?"

"Fritz."

"That's right. Reminds me of a drink." I snickered. "I'll have a wine fritzer."

Amber shook her head. "Only you. So how'd your trip to the restroom go? "I don't know. Mostly, I got inane pickup lines, but I have a feeling about one guy. His eyes undressed me as I walked by."

"I know. Doesn't it feel great when they do that? Which one?"

"The brown haired guy, partially blocking the aisle with his chair over by the ladies room."

"Oh, yeah. He scoped me out, too, while you were in the rest room. From what I could tell, he wasn't bad to look at." Amber's brow rose and she stuck her hand over mine. "Don't look now, but Prince Charming