.. the Assistant Director Second Chance Unit of the Bureau of Reclamation, a branch of Nine Lives Institute, told me this was number nine ... no more ...hances.Evidently, in one of my former lives I was an archaeologist and spent an entire year transferring Native American (Indian) artifacts from acid based cardboard boxes and acid based paper bag storage to 6 mil polyethylene ZipLoc type bags and approved acid free cardboard boxes. I remember it was fun and I made thirty six thousand dollars. Jealous that she wasn't included." She paused to look Cathy over. "Or maybe jealous that she wasn't taking his place."Cathy made a puzzled look."Really," I said to Cathy. "We should just go." I don't know," Cathy said. "Now I'm curious to meet this Kay."It didn't take long. Moments later I saw Kay turn the corner at the end of the street. She looked fantastic. She had on white heels and dark stockings with a white belted shirt dress with a black pattern that looked like someone had just tossed. His dimensions were listed at six-six, twohundred and twenty pounds.I stared at the photo taken of Bob and couldn't believe it was thesame person as he...make that she now looked to be in her earlyteens. According to the medical staff she had undergone several agetransformations, in addition to the gender change.Bob said that "she" had met a woman at a party on the Mainline andthey had driven out to the man's apartment. It was there that thewoman transformed into a large muscular man and Bob. After a short eternity that I could have lived in forever, he pulled back. “What if I want you to do it again?” He asked with a renewed confidence.I stared confused. I was on the verge of tears.“What?” I stammered, “But you looked pissed, and you didn’t text me or say anything...” I started to word vomit again.He stopped me with a squeeze of his hand on mine. Holy shit that felt so right.His confidence waned a bit, “I-I...was afraid that it was my mistake, that I fucked up” he started, “I.