In a rainstorm, two poorly dressed men walk through a seedy neighborhood, up an alley to a club guarded by two very large Russian bouncers.
In thick monotone accents, the Russians tell them, "Gentlemen must be escorted by a lady." Trying to get into the club, they reply, "It's not even 10 o'clock, we come here all the time," but the stone-faced bouncer repeats, "Gentlemen must be escorted by a lady."
One guy turns to the other and huffs "Oh, come on." Now clear on what he must do, the other sighs, removes his jacket, and ties his shirt tails around his belly. His friend says, "I don't think that is gonna cut it."
The man then grabs his belly fat and smooshes it up, forming breasts. The doorman, watch with a slight grimace.
Not stopping there, and with confidence, he then continues by crushing his rib cage to give him an hourglass figure, and pulls his hair out (which stretches, but looks like it should hurt). He then flips the hair back and is now wearing lipstick, though still with a masculine face.
The Russian bouncer approves with a smile, and opens the door for them. "Shall we?" asks the feminized friend and they stride in.
While this transition from male to female is supernatural, the doormen's acceptance at the end shows support.