I was a woman now. I reacted to her body as a me, a woman, not a man inside a woman. I knew that was the key. I knew I had to understand the body has ...eeds and feelings and that inside it meant nothing. I was the body I was in. I thought for a moment how if I was back in my male body, or was thinking like I was in that body, I wouldn’t let my hands stop playing with my tits. I didn’t want to grab my tits, they were part of me, something to experience through, not with. If in the morning I was. Those two knew I would smell a rat if Zak gave them to me. The press reports and the emails agreed, that's why I believed them. I have since read emails between Amos and Zak, and they sicken me."Another breath and a pause."I didn't just believe everything right away either, but I showed what I had to a number of friends, mine and ours, and they all without exception agreed you were guilty. That's what pushed me over the edge, the unanimity and violence of their reaction."I can't remember a time. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days short of one year from now. Means Body… Thomas… means Thomas got driver’s license Tuesday. Address, Social, height, weight… and picture of open eyed smiling Thomas. Should stop there. Quiet part tells me to stop. Loud part wants to know more. Screams in shrill tones in head ‘Thumb open wallet and meet Thomas Coffee.’ Three dollars in the fold, gift certificate to skating rink. Letter with. She back out of parking space and raced home. It would be a half hour trip back to the house but if she kept moving and was not stopped at every light she could make it.When she pulled into the driveway of their home she sat in the car for a moment. Right then she had to pee. She squeezed her thighs together, tightening her butt, sat ridged, breathing shallow. She let out a forced breath. When the urge passed she opened the car door, retrieved her bag and rushed to the door. Finding the right.