Over coffee, theconversation got serious. Sally asked Dale if he enjoyed living as a woman,to which he replied that he loved it and would never change... back to a man ifgiven the opportunity. Sally asked if he had any idea why his body changed.He admitted he didn't know, maybe a timely fluke with his glands, or maybethe influence of "mind over matter." Sally looked at Wendy. Wendy winked andnodded.Sally said, "Dale, should I tell you what really happened?"Dale, knowing that Sally was a pharmacist. . hotel? We were in a corridor with carpeting, chandelier lights, nondescript wallpaper and white doors every 15 feet or so apart on both sides. No room numbers though. Trefual motioned towards the open door we had just come through, I shut and locked it returning my hands into my sleeves when I had finished."Welcome to HIMS Headquarters or as we call it "The City of Life". This is what's called a 'public' corridor. 'Public' in that any member of HIMS can use it. Everything here is. I can’t help but feel she can do better than me, and that makes me feel like shit. I’ve always been a loner. Most people seem to sense it right away. I don’t carry around a big fake smile and try to win people over. I just try to be nice as it takes to get by and go on about my way. Alot of people try to chum up with me. I don’t trust any motherfucker with a big salesman smile. Sometimes I think there is a sign above my head that says ‘sucker’ and everyone can see it but me. I work my ass off.. As arranged, Claire was waiting outside Harry's economics room when class ended the next morning. After everyone but Harry and Mrs Jenkins had left the room, Harry came and let her in, and the two of them stood in front of Mrs Jenkins' desk together."Hello again Harry. Who's this?"Claire bristled slightly. She'd met Mrs Jenkins at least half a dozen time, most recently when Mrs Jenkins had specifically asked for her name, to write her up for uniform non-compliance. Harry didn't notice this at.