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It's been another in a long series of long days. Having to tread lightly around
diplomats with egos the size of a Hutt really wore thin after a few days. It
was enough to try the patience of any Jedi. But, finally the negotiations were
complete, the treaty was signed and the overbearing politicians were gone.

What a relief! Now it was time to celebrate and have a little fun.

^ I'm going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright. ^
^ Gonna let it all hang out. ^
^ Wanna make some noise--really raise my voice. ^
^ Yeah, I wanna scream and shout. ^

Entering her apartment, she carelessly tosses her dark brown Master's robe
toward the sofa. It misses and falls in an un-graceful heap to the floor.

^ No inhibitions--make no conditions. ^
^ Get a little outta line. ^
^ I ain't gonna act politically correct. ^
^ I only wanna have a good time. ^

With a wave of her hand, the closet doors fling open. She stands there
examining the wardrobe with a critical eye.

^ The best thing about being a woman ^
^ Is the prerogative to have a little fun and... ^

^ Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady. ^
^ Men's shirts--short skirts. ^

She stands before a full-length mirror, turning this way and that, making slight
adjustments to her clothing. Tugging on the black, leather halter top, she
readjusts her beasts for maximum cleavage, then shimmies her shoulders to shake
the fringe. She turns to take a rear view of the matching black leather hot
pants she wears.

^ Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style. ^
^ Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction.
^ Color my hair--do what I dare. ^

Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and falls to her shoulders. It is
now colored midnight-black.

^ Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel. ^
^ Man! I feel like a woman! ^

With a heavy hand, she puts on a layer of thick, black eyeliner, then
fire-engine red lipstick to her full lips.

^ The girls need a break. ^
^ Tonight we're gonna take ^
^ The chance to get out on the town. ^
^ We don't need romance--we only wanna dance. ^
^ We're gonna let our hair hang down. ^

Frowning, she decides this outfit is not right for tonight. She peers again
into the back of her closet.

^ The best thing about being a woman ^
^ Is the prerogative to have a little fun and... ^

^ Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady. ^
^ Men's shirts--short skirts. ^

She stands again before the full-length mirror and takes a step back to inspect
her dress. It's a tight, micro-mini with a multi-colored psychedelic swirl
print and strategically placed cut-outs that show a generous amount of bare
skin.

^ Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style. ^
^ Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction. ^
^ Color my hair--do what I dare. ^

She shakes her head and smiles, enjoying the feel of her tresses, now very long
and very blonde. She brushes away the errant bangs from her eyes.

^ Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel. ^
^ Man! I feel like a woman! ^

With an artistic hand, she carefully applies green glitter eyeshadow and a swath
of black eyeliner into a Cleopatra-look. Dark, forest green mascara coats her
lashes. She smacks her pinkened lips and gives her reflection a saucy little
pout over her shoulder.

^ The girls need a break. ^
^ Tonight we're gonna take ^
^ The chance to get out on the town. ^
^ We don't need romance--we only wanna dance. ^
^ We're gonna let our hair hang down. ^

With a tilt of her head, she decides this outfit is not quite right, either.
Again, she digs into her closet.

^ The best thing about being a woman. ^
^ Is the prerogative to have a little fun and... ^

^ Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady. ^
^ Men's shirts--short skirts. ^

She stands, yet again, before the full-length mirror and twirls about.
Straightening the collar on a lacy, tan, silk blouse, she fastens the buttons.
After a moment's thought, she undoes the top three and pulls apart the edges to
expose more cleavage. Running a hand down the short, brown skirt, she smoothes
away a non-existent wrinkle.

^ Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style. ^
^ Oh, oh, oh, get in the action--feel the attraction. ^
^ Color my hair--do what I dare. ^

Her hair is once again pulled into a high ponytail; this time in her own,
natural brown color.

^ Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel. ^
^ Man! I feel like a woman! ^

With the use of minimal makeup, she decides for a more "natural look."

^ The girls need a break. ^
^ Tonight we're gonna take ^
^ The chance to get out on the town. ^
^ We don't need romance--we only wanna dance. ^
^ We're gonna let our hair hang down. ^

Satisfied at last, she pulls on a brown linen jacket and heads out the door.

Entering the newest, hottest dance club in the quarter, she tosses her jacket to
the coat-check girl. Snatching a drink from a passing waiter, she downs it all
in one gulp and skips onto the dance floor.

^ I get totally crazy. ^
^ Can you feel it. ^
^ Come, come, come on baby. ^

Leaping onto the platform beside the DJ, she grabs hold of the pole and swings
around, shaking all she's got.

^ "Like a woman, I feel," ^

Yaddle says as she winks and blows a kiss to the crowd.

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