Devastating and dominating

Tracy drove the black SUV with her friend Miss K in the passenger side,
both of them struggling not to be bored to sleep with the monotonous
countryside I-64, the scenery broken up only by the occasional road sign or
truck stop. The Madonna CD thumping in the stereo helped matters though,
the thundering bass strong enough to vibrate both of them a bit. The two
decided to wear matching outfits, with white baby tees, short skirts socks
and sneakers, with Miss K wearing a white thong to better preserve her big
secret. They even had matching blueberry colored lipstick on their thick,
soft lips. Miss K was about to doze off, her nips hard from the cool
breeze that slipped through the window when she hear the following:

Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short
wear shirts and boots
so it's okay to be a boy
but for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
because you think that being a girl is degrading
but secretly
you'd love to know what it's like, wouldn't you?
What it feels like for a girl

"Yo, Trace! Turn the volume down!" Miss K said as she sat up in her seat.

Tracy turned down the volume quickly, then looked annoyed at her friend.
"What?! What's up?"

"Did you hear what that intro just said?" Miss K said as the techno music
murmured in the background.

"Yeah, kinda," Tracy said as her eyes drifted out of focus a bit on the
interstate. "After all, you are finding out about what it's like to be a
big girl," she continued before reaching over to rub Miss K's nipple
through her shirt.

"Nah, man," Miss K said, slapping away Tracy's hand. "I'm being serious
here."

"What's your point?"

"Think about it for a sec. If you completely butched out right now, with
the baggy jeans, short hair, baseball cap, the whole nine, and I sent you
back home to the Boogie Down, not too many people would back an eyelash.
Now look at me. While I don't advertise the fact that I have a dick