She might have believed, herself, that it was a true statement, but I knew better. Still, amazingly, I had passed the test, anyway.I really was curiou... about seeing another one of her movies -- one with a scene where she had to simulate an orgasm from coitus. But I decided I wouldn't bring it up again. That second movie would go unseen by me unless and until Shirley decided I ought to see it.Most of all, I wanted to grill her about what she had been thinking (!) when she had sprung "Virgins on. He pulled off the polo shirt that he had worn to church with his wife and teenage kids then pulled off the khaki pants and tight briefs underneath. There would be no room for those underneath his chosen biking ensemble. Naked except for a pair of socks he walked over to the dresser that he shared with his wife and pulled open the fourth drawer where he kept his workout clothes. He pulled out a black form-fitting shirt with a collar and a pair black spandex shorts. Many people would consider. To test it, I leaned over and slapped my dad on his inert cheek. It was cold, hard, and immobile."No way," I said quietly. I knew it was impossible, but I seemed to be in the moment between one second and the next. I absently scratched my nose. It felt... different. Softer, smoother somehow. Something strange was going on.I suddenly remembered one of the ornaments on our tree. It was a round mirror, and I scanned the tree until I found it and looked into it in amazement.I was changing. I didn't. It's got to look like I'm gone for good. We've got a bunch of jobs on the drawing board and there's no reason that I can't be your site guy for some of the less demanding ones. I have some cash and, if I have to, I can live off my RRSP for some time so I won't need immediate access to my salary. I can do my taxes on line so there won't be any trouble that way. All I have to do is set up a mail drop and I should be able to make this work." What about the house? You can't just give it to her. Not.