I was always captivated by the idea of heading to the airport in guy mode, with a suitcase full of nothing but femme regalia. Head somewhere warm and sunny, shop tons, get a little sun on my smooth legs, head out to a club in a tight dress and sky-high heels, maybe meet a cute girl or boy if I'm lucky. Yeah, that sounds fantastic to me. Who knows? I do have a dear, supportive friend out in Arizona - this one might not be so far out of reach. (: