"She is naive," he says, smiling. I don't comment on it. "Why do you need to go see her anyways? Do you really not believe that I am real?" "I don't k...ow..." I say quietly. "Baby, I am as real as you are real. You feel my touch, you see me, and you can hear me. Is that not real enough?" he asks, holding my hand. "No, because I am the only one who sees you, who can feel your touch, and who can hear you." "How can I prove to you that I am real?" "I don't know." The ride home is quiet. When I park. He looked at himself closer and realized he had become histeenage self."Fuck yea! Now I can beat your ass twice as hard!" Not so fast, we are not done yet. Besides, who would want a malesecretary?"Mike did not like the sound of that. The feelings were back now. Now theywere everywhere. He was shrinking! In height and in size he felt hisclothes get baggier and baggier. He stared mesmerized at his hands asthey thinned and became more feminine. He felt as his beloved suit pantsfell to his ankles.. Guiltily, I jerked my eyes back to hers, but too late; she’d caught me and was grinning at my discomfort. I sighed and reached for her hand, but she ignored it and took my right arm in both of her hands, and she stumbled a little as she walked alongside me while we crossed the street toward the front door.“How many people live in your building?”“There aren’t any tenants, yet,” I explained. “The doc and Loretta live on the first floor behind his offices. I have an apartment in the basement. It. After the introductions the other woman said to Ellis, ‘Have you too been out for a run – you both look very flushed.’ The husband looked at Troy over the rim of his coffee cup and raised a knowing eyebrow. On the flight home Ellis clung to Troy and he liked the close attention. ‘That was a lovely four nights away,’ she said. ‘Are we a number or is that it?’ ‘We are a number. Let’s do something about our living arrangements after the unveiling on Friday.’ ‘Oh God yes, I allowed my commitment.