It started out like any other day. The sun came up and all that good stuff.

It had been quite a while since I had seen our editor, the illustrious gonZo, so I hopped in the trusty jeep and headed over his way. Imagine my joy, (no, not joy, uh...surprise, yeah, surprise) when I found his desk bare!

This meant of course no upcoming assignment; however, his desk was not just bare, it was covered with a thick layer of dust. This was out of the ordinary, as gonZo goes gonzo over keeping a neat desk. I investigated further and found that incoming items that would generate work were lying fallow. This was most unlike our workaholic gonZo. Beyond that, in opening the left lower drawer of his unlocked desk (I found it unlocked after I used my knife) I discovered a 36DDD bra with a note that read "caveat emptor". (Hmm, looks like gonZo is on to something big.) Underneath the bra I found two apples and four oranges. Things were not adding up. What was going on? It was after I spied the unopened issue of Score that I understood. Unopened? gonZo must be missing! Not only that, but I suspected fowl play because there were chicken scratches on the edge of his desk. (Oops, never mind, that was from my knife.)

There was very little to go on as I headed back to the jeep. I merely had a newly opened issue of Score (hey, I had to check the inside for prints) and a bra with a note. Where was gonZo? I started the investigation by interviewing all his friends. Unfortunately, there was a Felix the Cat cartoon marathon at the local theater, which meant gonZo’s friend was unavailable. Where next to continue the investigation into the strange disappearance of gonZo? You guessed it, the obvious choice, I went on line at the BEA.

I was reviewing the many gonZo entries at the Forum when I came across an entry by Scotty about a Do It Yourself Virus (DIY). It spoke of Scotty's lack of time to write his own virus and that readers needed to implement this item for him. Heck, I knew what it was like to be short on time, so, why not do the guy a favor?

I implemented the DIY on my own machine. BIG MISTAKE. It seems that TransPonder had had a heavy hand in creating the DIY and Tomcat had his own special association with the project. Needless to say the DIY did not implement as expected and I received a severe shock from my computer.

A bigger - much bigger - shock was to come a few hours later: I began to develop breasts and then a full female body as well. DIY virus? Heck, this was the Fawn Miller virus: thanks to their nefarious machinations I wound up looking exactly like Fawn Miller.

Oddly enough, that 36DDD bra now fit me to a T. Had all this been some kind of, uh, booby-trap? This was just the sort of thing gonZo would have dreamt up; the old travel-a-mile-in-the-other-person's-shoes. (I guess that explains gonZo’s large shoe collection.) I proceeded to bring my rather bizarre fate to the attention of TransPonder, Tomcat and Scotty. Their solution was to offer an antidote called the Chelsea Charms Virus. I don't think so! A girl's gotta be able to stand!

Now, I was in one heck of a fix, and on top of that no gonZo. Wait a second! Maybe gonZo has been hiding and is just waiting for this mile-in-another-shoes, (or, I guess, bra) article to come to fruition? Maybe this whole thing was a scam for me to write an article from a, shall we say, different perspective? What was I to do? What could I do? Once again the answer was obvious: I rearranged my schedule and started dating. Heck, with a bod like this I'll never need to pay for a meal or a movie again!

The dating thing has actually been going well. Gee, I guess I am in the other gal's shoes. As gonZo probably planned; I have learned some things. So, let me give you some insight on being a busty gal:

1.	Nipples get sore faster than fingers	So, let me give you some insight on being a busty gal:
2.	If you take 5 hrs getting ready they want to undress you in 5 mins; if you take 5 mins getting ready they take 5 hours before trying to undress you.
3.	When guys talk to my chest it neither echoes, nor improves my hearing of what they are saying.
4.	It takes two hands to put on a bra, but it takes a guy two fingers to take it off.
5.	Wearing a low cut top and leaning forward means I get a discount.
6.	Be VERY careful when opening or closing drawers while sitting at a desk.
7.	Looking down during a Titty F**k can make you afraid of snakes.
8.	It's hard to make sure your shoes match when you can't see them.
9.	Yes, it feels good to get my bra off, but no, that doesn't mean you get to take my bra off!
10.	Don't sit too close to the dining table or else you wind up with breast on your plate regardless of what you ordered.
11.	Credit limits are for men!
12	PMS ISN'T A BIG DEAL, DAMN IT! Oh, I am sorry, I didn't mean to yell. You got any chocolate?
13.	Bitch isn't an insult; it's a life style.