You wanting to honor how I see myself by using the right name shows yourespect me for who I am, so don't sell yourself short.I know I have not been st...aightforward in this letter. You have so manyquestions which you will never ask. You want me to share freely withyou, when . You have the right to ask them and I want to answer them.Some of them I do not have the answers.I know I am a woman, my body is just not the right one for who I am. Iwant to live as a woman. I know it will not start. "I love Jack," Lori began her story. "We had a good life together and very good sex until he came down with the mumps. They went down on him and left him completely impotent with absolutely no interest in sex," Lori conveniently left out the Ben story. "Oh my god, Lori! I am so sorry," Sara said taking Lori's hand in hers. "Thank you, Sara. We're coping." Lori was holding onto Sara's hand. Say, are you free Saturday?" Lori blurted out. "Why yes I am. Whatcha thinking?' Sara asked as she sensed. Ok, I'm finally here and I don't thinkany of my friends have seen me. The door at the back of the building is oldand it looks like it is rarely used. On my first attempt to unlock it I dropthe key that I found in my mailbox yesterday. God Damn Son of a Bitch, Fuck!am I nervous. Ok, I hate to admit it, but I am scared, real scared. Withoutthinking I bend over to grope for the key. Only then do I realize that if anybodyis looking I am giving them the 'beaver shot' of the semester with this. You wouldn’t believe he is the same person.”There is a long pause. Her eyes are looking into the distance, through the wall, and I sense that her mind has gone back to those happier times.“Then he fell in love.” It is a simple statement but I know there is an ocean of emotion behind it.“The wrong woman?” I prompt her, immediately regretting my words which sounded as if I thought I was listening to a cheap soap opera.'Oh no,” she says. “She was wonderful. They were so right for each.