Yes, I could finallyadmit that to myself. It had taken the loss of my balls to make merealize it, but I had ignored my true potential just to avoid be...ng thecold, aloof surgeon that my father had been. That was why I had opted forsomething like history. That was why I had begun to drift into a lifethat I now realized would have never been satisfying to me. In fact, Ihad already resolved in my final moments as Jace to be willing to driftinto a most unsatisfying life.I had been given a second. " "In terms of whatwe've done so far: one of our talented surgeons has narrowed your feet, foraesthetic appeal, and reinforced them with titantium rods to facilitate walking'en pointe' - like a ballerina - without dislocating your toes or turning yourankles.? There is some loss offlexibility with this procedure: when you stand, your heels will no longer beable to touch the ground.? It's highheels or tippy-toes for you from now on, my girl!" "Your mammaryenhancement is well underway, using a. I added plastic ice trays to my list of things to purchase. It wouldn't hurt to have a few more in the freezer. I could quickly boil water in the microwave, if I needed to raise the temperature of the mash to dissolve the sugar or mix the cracked corn.The next thing I needed was a driver to take me and the cruiser to Walmart. I chose Walmart more for the fact that no one there was ever going to remember me. I needed a friend to drive not a car service. It was a bitch to realize that I didn't. I looked like me wearing girls' clothes. End of story.That made me feel better. Sorta.Mostly I wanted to puke as I contemplated leaving the bathroom. I looked at my watch and it was 2:10 already, but I still had five minutes to wait and anyone could walk inside the bathroom! So I hid in the stall and prayed. My gut ached and my heart was pounding. I couldn't hardly breathe as I struggled to control my nervous fear. I couldn't walk around dressed like this ... Could I? But I had to. It would.