TGS: Don't Lie

"I'm not who I sound like," I said. "I mean, I *am*, I guess. But I'm actually Mark Mitchell." Suddenly, the pressure on the door was gone, and I could easily open it. Inside, I saw several girls in different stages of undress. Some of them were playing with their bodies (yeah, those were definitely former guys), but most were dazed and confused. "Mark, is that really you?" a blond girl asked. I recognized her as Tiffany Shepard, one of the cheerleaders. But now, I supposed, it wasn't really *her* anymore. "Yeah. Uh ... who are you?"