People. She’d hoped it would at least be empty so she could pack and disappear in silence. She sucked in a breath, wiped her cheeks and tried to wal... in casually as though nothing had happened. Hannah was there, brown hair flying every which way in its usual crazy curls. She was camped out on the futon, and some guy was sitting on the floor. Christi vaguely recognized him from her BritLit class last year — sandy blond hair, solidly built, but thick glasses and a bit nerdy, engineering major or. AllI did really was to react to a situation. I was knee jerking, somethingall humans do, it was not so very different to shooting my hand out tocatch a falling vase. The only thing I can remember about it clearlywas a fear of the cold and knowing that if I hadn't jumped, you wouldhave and you weren't wearing the correct clothing, not as strong aswimmer and had the boat to think about. If that man had been caught upin rigging at the top of a mast, I would have stood back and asked youto. Thursday was a support group meeting again and I met most of my new transgendered friends. Four weeks before I was still doing my first steps as a woman in public, but I had changed a lot in the meantime. And a lot of people told me it was visible for them too. Even though I didn't seem to need that much support anymore I'd continue to go to the meetings, to meet my new friends and perhaps give support for my peers too.The Tuesday of the following week I saw an endocrinologist about the. This morning she made it clear that she was going to the yoga studio, whether I wanted her to or not. I couldn’t come up with a legit reason for her not to, so instead, I decided to let her go and followed her.I pretended to leave for work, then parked down the street and watched our house through binoculars. It didn’t take long for her to come out. I watched her load a sports bag and a large bottle of water into the trunk then get in and drive away. I let her get out of sight, then trailed.