Birthplace of the Industrial Revolution, or so they say.Over the next several months I became quite friendly with June, and I met Sandi, her girlfrien... or lover, as you might call her. She was okay, I supposed, but she sort of made me feel creepy. Not because she was a lesbian, there was just something about her that I couldn’t put my finger on, but there was something that made me feel that she was a rum ‘un, as Uncle Henry was wont to say.I accepted June’s recommendation about using her. It had happened. I was stuck. I'd spend the rest of my life as a woman.Oh, I'd try my damndest to get it to work again. But I already knewwhat would happen. Nothing. Call it a gut feeling. Hell, call itwoman's intuition. This was all she wrote. Emphasis on "she."The sword of Damocles had fallen. In one fell swoop I'd losteverything. My future. My manhood. My family. My life. I was nothingnow. A woman. Even if I survived, I'd never be anything more than apussy. A second class citizen, something. Shit, Pinwoody thought, shit, shit, shit! Alice forgot. Again.Than an idea popped into his head. He ran to a closet, lunged his arm into it and pulled out a baseball bat, a Louisville Slugger. With the words, Genuine Mickey Mantle Autographed baseball bat printed along its wooden length.Wasting not a second more, Pinwoody went over to Respy, raised the bat high over his hand and gave her a solid thwack right to the skull. It made a loud and dull thushing sound. Respy's hips were still gyrating.. " Not if you stand here bragging all night."A quiet chuckle was the only response to that."Stop hogging the mirror, Devan. I can't see what I'm doing." I'm almost done, Danica. Don't push, I'm in a hurry."As usual, the auburn-haired younger sister deferred to her flame-topped older sibling. Danica moved back a bit, pulling a brush through her hair and waiting until she could see in the mirror again to work on arranging her locks.Devan plucked a final errant hair from her eyebrow, twitching both.