On the outside, the restaurant resemble nothing more than a warehouse. Between the corrugated metal walls and a tin roof made me stare at Mark as if h... was crazy. This couldn't be a nice restaurant. Or even a clean one."C'mon, Mare," Mark said.Mare was his pet name for me. It was somehow a diminutive of Mary. As if Mary could get any shorter. I mean Mare even has just as many letters. But, I liked it when he called me Mare. And filly, the name he called me when we're getting frisky. It made me. Her life is completely happy...ACT IIAt the other reality, those who formerly controlled and abused Diana aremissing the gains that they stole from her. Also, some of the zealotguys are thinking:"We have to save Diana from those Godless people," said ignorant Al. Alalways asked people if they have been save when they walk into thepublic library. They liked to stalk geeks, intellectual people."Yeah, we lost money when he left, and he owes us big time!" saidanother ignorant and dangerous. After forcing thethoughts on my mind for a few moments more, I had to run to thebathroom to vomit.I felt girlier than I ever had before. I couldn't imagine thinking likea guy or being a guy anymore. My mind screamed that I needed to regainmy old feelings, my old way of thought, but I couldn't comply. It waslike I was two completely opposite people in one body and the personwho shouldn't be in charge had seized the wheel. Before hand I had beena guy who could cope with being a girl, now I was a. I was awake now fully and gradually moved myself on the lounger until I could see her kicking the ball around next door. I hoped that I had done this in such a way as to allow her to think that I was still asleep.Only a couple of minutes later Kirsty chipped the ball over the hedge again and came through the gap to collect it. Again, having picked up the ball she lingered a few moments looking down at me.Over the next 20 minutes or so she did this repeatedly becoming more and more obvious. She.