I opened the velvet box, and a photo lay on top. I smiled weakly as those distant memories flash before me. ‘Sorry’ was the last thing I’d heard...myself say before I awoke. **************** I awoke in a pool of sweat, my blanket half on the couch and half on the floor as I let my mind focus on its surroundings. Rubbing the sleep away from my eyes, I turned over to catch a glimpse of the clock that read 5:43 am. I sat up so my sub-conscience mind can wrap its fingers around the dream I’ve been. I may pay them a visit. Is there a local newspaper?”“Yes, the Coombe Ottery Advertiser. It’s published once a week on Fridays.”“Do you still have a copy of last week’s?”“There’s a shelf of newspapers over there. If there’s any left, that’s where they’ll be.”I followed the woman’s finger to the newspaper section and bought the last copy. Inside the front cover it gave the name and address of the publishers. They too were in Tauncester.Tauncester was the largest nearby town and it didn’t take me. From the rear I could see that you had a tight short leather skirt on stockings and a see through blouse black and sexy still without a word you turned around and sat opposite me about 6 ft away you smiled at me as I poured you a drink from the open bottle and pointed to my seat so I sat back down I looked at your hot body face made up with luscious red lips your breasts glimmering under the top and your nipples brushing against the material your short skirt just covering the top of your. Her New name. Japanese in nature, it was pronounced “Mahree”, but they knew others would pronounce it like “Mary” or “Marie”. All seemed appropriate and fitting to them. She now had a full name to fit the face and personality she became when the makeup, wig, and clothes all came together. “Mari….. 真理” the name fit, especially when written in certain Kanji. It meant “truth”. While she knew she would never be a genetic girl, seeing herself in the mirror after all this time, this definitely felt.