As he did almost every day he was home Scott rode the elevator down to the lobby to collect his mail. It was approximately 2:00 PM, about half an hour after the mailman was supposed to deliver his mail. Scott wasn't expecting anything important, he just liked to fetch the mail when it arrived.

Scott a single man of 22 years, considered himself handsome although his height was slightly shorter than normal at 5'8". His square-shaped face was topped with short brown curly hair to go with his brown eyes, bow-shaped lips, and a bumpy nose. His shoulders were broad. His arms weren't well muscular, but still manly.

Stepping out of the elevator at the lobby, he walked down the short hallway to the mailboxes. A woman in her late thirties was standing there reading a letter. The rest of her mail was still in the box, but this particular letter she had immediately opened and read on the spot.

Scott, opened his own mailbox when a wave of dizziness fell upon him. He quickly forgot about the incident, when he looked down and saw an invitation in his hand that hadn't been there a second before. He looked at it, it was so unexpected. In the interim, the woman who had been standing beside him retrieved her mail from her mailbox and headed toward the exit. She had forgotten about the letter that had been in her hands a second before.

Scott smiled as he looked at the letter, on the top were the Greek letters and a special logo that represented his sorority. He hadn't thought about his days in the sorority for years.

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Dearest Scott Forthworth,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and health. It has been far too long since we last gathered together, reminiscing about our cherished times at Chi Alpha Omega and sharing the laughter and camaraderie that made those years so special.

I am writing to invite you to a small get-together with our beloved sorority sisters. It would be wonderful to reconnect, catch up on each other's lives, and relive the memories that bind us together.

Date: June 12

Time: 6:30 PM

Location: The Millerage Inn

Address: 17 Oakwood Court

Please RSVP by May 20 so I can make the necessary arrangements to ensure our gathering is comfortable and enjoyable for everyone. You can reach me at 718-555-5903 or Patty@ChiAlphaOmega.com.

Feel free to bring any photos, memorabilia, or stories you'd like to share. Let's make this a night of reminiscing, laughter, and rekindling our sisterhood.

Looking forward to seeing you and creating more beautiful memories together!

Warmest regards,

Patricia Doccie

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Scott reread the short letter several times. He remembered Patty. She was so much fun in college. He could picture her in his mind's eye. When Scott had first met her, Patty's red hair was very, very curly. It surrounded her round face making it look even rounder. But by the time they all graduated, Patty had straightened her hair and grown it past her shoulders.

The memories of Patty were expanded to memories of all the girls. Scott remembered all their good times, and some of their bad times. The gossip about men who entered and exited each of their lives. Over the three years that he had been part of the sorority, there were so many men coming into and out of the lives of everyone in the sorority. He subconsciously smiled as the memories filled his thoughts.

A few minutes ago, Scott hadn't even been a college graduate, now he was remembering his life in a sorority.

Scott grabbed the rest of his mail and ran to the elevator. He wanted to RSVP at once. He was definitely going to go. It had become the event that he was most looking forward to. In his apartment, he found a pen. He checked off the box, "I WILL ATTEND". Put it into the pre-stamped envelope. He sealed it and ran back down to the mailbox slot to deposit the envelope.

Returning to his apartment, he considered what to wear. There were several suits in his closet. One that was worn for various weddings and formal affairs, but none that he wanted to wear to see the girls who were his best friends in college. The ones he hadn't seen in (in his mind) for over fifteen years).

He would have to buy something new. He could wait a couple of weeks to start looking. The event wasn't for eight weeks...or was it seven? Scott didn't have a calendar to calculate. It didn't matter he was excited. He would start looking today.

Driving to the mall, Scott had to stop at a red light. Daydreaming as he waited for the light to change, he casually looked out of his driver's window into the car parallel to him. The woman sitting in the driver's seat opposite him had long brown hair tied in a high ponytail that was secured in place by a red scrunchy. The car behind him honked when the light had changed. Scott's head jerked forward. His ponytail flew in an arc and hit him in the face. He smiled wryly as he drove off. His long hair had always been getting in the way. It was better when he had it tied in a ponytail than when he let it hang loose. But no matter how much trouble it was, he didn't want to cut it.

As he passed a McDonald's he realized he was hungry. He hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. He planned to make something after getting the mail, but the invitation sidetracked him. He pulled around the corner, double-backed, and entered the McDonald's drive-through.

Scott didn't know that his seat was pulled back as his height changed from his normal 5'8" to 6'3". 6'3" had been the height of the man in the car next in line at the drive-through. Although his height had changed, his weight had not. His body was still masculine but very lean.

When it was his turn, Scott ordered a quarter pounder with cheese, large fries, and a large coke or as the menu said, a number 4. He paid for his items and continued to the mall. He ate his fries and beverage on the way and finished his sandwich after parking in the mall's lot.

He exited his car to see a woman running hurriedly on heels. She slowed to a walk after passing Scott, and her small bladder was replaced by Scott's larger one.

"I shouldn't have ordered the large drink," Scott chided himself. His long strides quickened as he walked to the entrance of the mall. He looked around for the sign for the nearest restroom. He headed in the appropriate direction. When he saw the signs on the door for each gender's restroom, he hesitated, before entering the men's restroom. Although he only had to pee, he took a stall, pulled down his pants, and sat to relieve himself. He was just in time, he needed to go badly.

After he was done, Scott retrieved the invitation to look at it again. He wanted to see if it said anything about how to dress. He got lost in thought about all his sisters. Remembering all the good times they had together.

"Hey, you done in there!" Scott heard shouting after banging on his stall door. Scott wasn't going to say anything at first. He was about to simply wipe himself and leave. But a second later, his fury grew, "I'm going to take as long as I want!"

"Sorry," the formerly furious man mumbled meekly.

When Scott was good and ready he exited the stall, washed his hands, and departed the restroom. At the same time, a woman exited the lady's room. They walked down the short hall to the mall. The woman was plus-sized, although she had the flat chest of a man. Her DD-cup boobs, which jiggled with every step that Scott took, hung unsupported on his chest. The jiggling subsided a bit when Scott's stride changed to take smaller steps, he also began to walk with one foot roughly in front of the other. That was when his ponytail started to swing more wildly than before.