Of course, there was some variation amongst the various dancers, but (again) Steve felt like he was pulling it off flawlessly. In fact, he was no longer concerned with why he was in a woman’s body or why he felt compelled to dance or even how he instinctively knew all the moves. No, now he was simply feeling jealousy. How come he had to be one of the dancers in the back? Why couldn’t he be one of the women in the front? He knew he was way more talented than any of the rest of them! Despite keeping a big smile on his face, he glared at the dancers in the front. with pure envy.