Huffing and puffing and grumbling in indignation, you get your stuff together, pace out of the cabin, and go look for someone in charge to have you reassigned to a different cabin. Looking around the camp for a while and getting sent this way and that, you finally locate the head counselor.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I want to change to a different cabin!" you say, pouting.

"Ohh, you're in Boys Bunk Six, right? Well, I'll see what I can do... can you tell me why you want to change cabins?" the counselor replies.

"Yes, there's this scary big guy in there who- I mean, THAT CABIN AIN'T TOUGH ENOUGH FOR ME..." you briefly think how to make this sentence sound tough enough. "...CHIEF."

The counselor frowns and nods slowly. "I see... well, then I think I know just the cabin for you... if I can squeeze you in... Yeah, that'll work. Follow me."

Smugly, you prance after him as he leads you to a secluded corner of the camp. The cabin looks well-kept and clean, leading you to believe you'll have no trouble getting whatever wieners lurk inside to do your bidding. There's some kind of red, white and black flag hanging from a mast next to the cabin, but because there's no wind you can't tell what's on it.

"BOYS, COME OUT AND SAY HELLO TO YOUR NEW BUNKMATE!!" You jerk back in surprise at the sudden shouting of the head counselor, overly harsh and sharp to your ears. The door to the cabin opens, and a group of uniformed boys marches out.

Horror begins to dawn on you as the counselor tells you to 'have fun' and walks away. The boys survey you with cold, calculating cruelty as they circle around you and push you into the cabin. You spend the rest of camp polishing shoes, cleaning latrines (the other kids insist you call them that and not 'toilets'), and doing all sorts of demeaning chores lest you get beaten to a pulp. The experience leaves you traumatized for life to a state where you are afraid to take any initiative. You grow up to be alone and miserable, forced to live on welfare. On your 30th birthday you get hit by a car and end up a paraplegic in the hospital. The only person who comes to visit you is some fat friend of your father's whose name you forgot, who just steals your pain medication and sits on your catheter. One day a dull-witted nurse accidentally wheels you into an operating room where you receive an unwanted sex change.

SHOULD I GO ON, OR ARE YOU READY TO START OVER?