I could feel the fresh breeze off the river as I walked toward the Common. I was breathing more normally now. The worst was over, I thought. I had sai... everything I wanted to say. I had held back everything I didn't want to say. I dangled hope in front of her, but with little room for negotiation.There was nothing pleasant or elevating about what I had just done. I had pummeled her with my words as surely as if I had used my fists. I could see the effect of my blows. After a while, she had. Cindy was already up. She was sitting at the table with her cup of coffee, reading the morning paper. When I walked in she looked up and smiled sweetly. ‘Good morning Robbie,’ she said. From her facial expression, one would never know what she had done to me last night. I boldly walked over and kissed her on the lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was sweet with the taste of mouthwash and a hint of coffee. When she didn’t resist me, I put my hand behind her head as I explored her. He read avidly many stories ofthese transformations and derived even better excitement from writingthem. He followed the development of brain-transplant surgery withinterest but at first dismissed it as a practical way to realise hisfantasy. It was only when it was suggested as a cure for his lung cancerthat he accepted its potential and welcomed the news of a femalerecipient.So, I feel 100% female now. I know this foreign brain (I have to keeptaking anti-rejection pills) is all made with. He kneadedmy shoulders, and I gave in completely. After a few minutes he stopped andsaid he would come back after his shower. True to his word, about a half hour later Jimmy was at my door again.He came in and closed and locked the door. He was wearing only abathrobe. He came over to me and pulled me up from my chair and made me liedown on the bed. He took my shirt off, against my protests, since I wasn'ttoo proud of my body. But he didn't care. So there I was, half naked, lying on.