' I looked over at Laura'sslim near-naked body and watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest.'Is this wrong?' My thoughts were racing. 'I can't be...her, I'm not her,I'm just not.'My nervous hands made the serum slosh around. It seemed eager to bedrunk. It was as if it had memories of what it was like to be Laura andknew that it needed a body - my body - if it wanted to re-realise itsfading dreams of womanhood.'No. This is wrong. I can't do this.' I lowered the test tube. 'I needto dress her. I spent 3 months in jail , in the San Jose main jail. When I got released I went straight to J.S.I aka The Julian Street In recovery house, the one behind the San Jose Shark Tank SAP Arena. I waited maybe 2 weeks to call you, bc of the protection order- I stayed clear of contacting you, I was afraid of getting a probation violation. Then I said to myself 'Fuck it!', I'm calling my boo, I needed you and I knew you were missing me, well that's what I heard from the g****vine, on the block people. When I came back, she was finished talking with the workers.Mom: Good morning there! Sorry I was busy with the phone.Me: I see that you are back wearing clothes again.Mom: Why? You don’t like it? It’s not that warm today, is it?Me: No but, it still feels great. It’s your freedom, do as you wish.Mom: I just finished talking to my workers. I asked the manager to take care of the paper works, for some weeks.Me: Why? Do you have something in your mind?Mom: Yes! It is your vacation, after all. We. Actually... "Well, uh..." I muttered, thinking of Adrienne and Candy and fighting with Drew and... "It's not that crazy every WEEK," I finished lamely.The girls giggled and Erica complained, "We all know it's just a Hollywoodized version of the real thing. There're no black people on the show."I shrugged. "There aren't any black people in Newport Beach, either." You can't be serious," Erica shot back."Well, not ZERO black people," I admitted. "But there was a census. Newport Beach is only 0.5%.