you walk into P.E. class with your dress on. It's time to practice the dance for prom, but there was one problem. In your high-school class of about 25 kids, there are only two boys. You get paired with your bully, Ayesha. You stand in position. Then, this tall, masculine woman in a suit and tie walks out, Ayesha doesn't even look like herself. She grabs you by the waist and speaks in her deep, raspy, but still feminine voice

You really are the bane of my existence, you know that?