Demons too are metaphysical beings, but if our stores of energy are depleted, then we disappear. I don’t know what would happen to me if I were to v...anish. Would my thoughts and memories live on in some form, would I be judged by a greater power, would I simply cease to exist? In many ways, death is as much a mystery to us as it is to you.”“Death is so final from a human perspective,” Ryan muttered, “but it sounds like it’s just ... passing the buck. Exchanging one mystery for another.”“Some. .."She had thought of it. The most simple, if not the most logical answer."It's ... m ... m ... me..." I forced my lips apart despite the chatter that wanted to cut off my communication. Each exhalation was accompanied by yet another shudder. Was I hysterical? Even the thought of the word brought another reflection of the situation I was in, thanks a fucking lot, Freud."No. No way. You don't just ... you don't just turn into a girl, Hen ... You can't be him!" Trish exclaimed, coming closer to. I onlykept the sexiest of panties and this new body looked like it was builtto model them. Unfortunately I didn't have any bras from my ex.In the bottom of the bathroom cabinet was my ex's blow-drier. I managedto blow-dry my hair with my brush and it turned out fantastic. At thispoint I was starting to get used to how everything I did made me lookbeautiful. I'm sure if my ex had left any makeup I would have endedthat streak.I put on Leslie's track suit and it hugged every part of my body. “Identity theft,” I said. “Can you believe that?”The woman smiled.“Someone took all my money and ran off to Vegas!”She smiled again.“Sorry. I forgot you're not supposed to have conversations in elevators. I'll just keep my mouth shut.”Suddenly, I heard an electrical snap and the elevator stopped moving.“Did you hear that?” I asked.“Oh shit!” the woman said. “We're stuck!”“Don't panic,” I said. “That's what these phones are for.”I opened the emergency phone box and pulled out the phone. But it.