.. thing. What is happening?"Wendy decided to come clean. "I'm so sorry John," she said, "but duringyour coma ... you were out for a year, you know ..... your body haschanged. You now are a woman."That floored me. It explained why my voice sounded so different, and whyI had been restrained hand and foot for the weeks since I came out ofthe coma, except for physio sessions, when a therapist or two werealways holding my arms. I had thought that the huge tent on my chest wassome kind of medical. We were in touch with each other every day by talking over the phone and sometimes through a video call. That gave us ample time to know each other. On the D-day, we met each other at the hotel in Bengaluru for breakfast. Since I had booked a cab to and fro, the journey from Bengaluru to Kabini was smooth and reached the resort which I had booked. The check-in formalities completed quick and we were given a good accommodation which had two rooms with a fridge, tea maker, etc etc and a big. My butt becameobvious. I had been taking the maximum recommended dose, so after sixmonths, I could see the change.Then, the worst thing that could happen did. I had always hadoccasional swelling in my left leg, from an old infection, but this timeit was immediately associated with the hormones. It threw me into atailspin. When the doctor took me off the hormones, I wondered if thiswas all even meant to be. I went for a couple more times to see Karen,but then just quit. It was early 2009. Actually there was a case like that somewhere out west. She was a married school teacher, and he was like 14 or so. She ended up with prison time, and he was forced to go to a therapist. I don't know why, something like that has to be every young man's dream. None of this groping around with neither of you quite knowing what you're doing. She's had kids. She knows. But she was painted as the villainess and thrown into jail.Our parents, all of whom knew what we were doing, kept things.