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The Clock Strikes

As the song goes 'If I Were a Boy' by the gifted singer Beyonce, I wonder what would happen if we could change into men for just one day (and vice versa of course). Wanting to get into the psyche of the male mind and rule I’m going to let my imagination go hay wire here.

Here goes....

At the stroke of midnight the change happens - the woman changes donning the cloak of her partner. Enjoy the spooning, wake up robust and raring to go, albeit groggily. Venture to the kitchen to have a look-see at the developments there by the significant other with a “what no coffee?” With that out of the way and a smirk in tow, get cracking with the newspapers that are waiting crisp and fresh. With a nod here a smile there, the spouse is never forgotten. Look at the time and realize that you need to brush your teeth and get the morning job out of the way. Once accomplished, you hope for some give here “how about some loving, hon?” - you have an hour to spare! Once spent and the adrenaline pumping, you hog the shower, sing tunelessly away and are raring to go.

You look in the closet and yell “my shirt needs ironing honey, can you get that done please?” With the loved one obliging and getting your lunch packed, you slap on the goodies and preen winking at yourself in the mirror while you walk across to the front door. Hug the spouse and return for a good smack and drive away!

Work is hectic with meetings galore, pitches, branding the usual. There are messages at the assistant's desk – three from home and another important one from an old group of friends who want to meet up for a drink after work. You call home feigning work pressure with the old “I'm doing this for us – love you, bhah bhah..."

Have a rollicking time with the buddies, notice a couple of PYT's checking you out and subtly flirt (you still love the spouse). A one night stander wants to hook up leaving you ruffled but flattered nonetheless. After some harmless flirting you excuse yourself - call home with the “will be back soon babes” spiel. The night has been good but you want to get back home. You smile getting it across that you don’t cheat. The wannabe’s miffed!

Drive home slowly and when you are in bed snuggle up for some quick action, if possible. Nah! Poor thing, “after a hard day’s work you treat me like this……I missed you today.”

The clock strikes....its midnight....

You wake up early in the morning with a nagging thought ....

“Hope I didn’t leave my glass slippers behind……”

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