NARAYANNE: Commercial Break

Inside, Tristain raged. *What's going on?!? Why can't I stop?!?* Outside, though, "Trixie" just giggled and crossed her long legs, pointing her dainty bare feet at the camera. "All this and, um, y'know, other stuff. You're watching the news on WBAB - The Babe Channel!" *The **Babe** Channel?!* Tristain cried. "That's right. It's The Babe Channel," a voice said. *You can hear me?* Tristain asked. "Of course." *Who are you? Did you do this to me ... to us?* "First, my name is Narayanne. And second, yes, I made you the number one news team in the city. Just like you wanted." *I didn't want to become a woman!* "Well, that's the only way you'd become number one." *Change me back.* "Not a chance. Oh, look. The commercial break is almost over. Don't worry Tristain, or should I say *Trixie*. You'll like being an bimbo babe." *Wait!* But Narayanne was gone, for now. "Ten seconds, girls," the director said.