With such problems, and the inherent hormones that steer sexual identity, any of us today could have a sex change and that would be that; but a centur... ago, this would have been impossible, the afflicted living a life of yearning for another of the same sex and not knowing exactly why.When the college I was at silently looked for a candidate to attempt time travel, I submitted my resumÈ and my reasons for wishing to be their guinea pig. I won out over dozens of others.With no promise of. I don't know what I thought."After a long silence, Carrie got control of herself. It was something she couldn't have done before. The discipline here at the prison was having an effect on her only a short time into her sentence."I... I do hope you and... what's her name?" she asked. "If that's not too... ?" Consuela," Ryan answered. "Consuela Robertson." Consuela... that's a beautiful name," Carrie said with no bitterness in her voice. "I really do hope you'll be very happy," she said, trying. There were small air holes on the backside of the cabinet, and they were baffled to keep light from coming in, and sound from escaping out. Inside there was a hard wooden seat with a six inch long, two inch thick rubber plug mounted near the center. Another plug, thicker, longer, and adjustable, was mounted near the front of the seat pointing inward. Heavy leather straps were mounted inside the cabinet. A variety of wires, springs and fittings were mounted on several places on the inside. . Tommy finished winding the cord and pulled the machine closer to where I was standing."Excuse me, miss."I put my hand on his chest and said, "You aren't going anywhere until you tell me what you are doing in my house. Please."Tommy, big as he was, was a gentleman.He blushed and stammered, "It was a—a surprise, miss. Sorry we took so long. We—we was supposed to be gone before you got home."I looked around and saw a spotless, freshly waxed and polished floor, with no trace of any odor. There were.