Innovation (M2F + RC + AR)

                Throughout the 3 years I’d been married to my wife Hannah, she never ceased to surprise me with insane propositions. She created invisible bungie cords for us to take photos that made it look like we were supernatural. She made us custom pairs of clothing that could completely transform on demand so that we could attend a sports game, then eat at a formal restaurant directly after. And she even created real flowers that could live through cold and snowy seasons, keeping our front porch looking pretty all year round.

                Although she was an incredible inventor, Hannah taught electromagnetic college courses in the city. I, as an engineer, looked more accomplished than her at a direct comparison to the naked eye, but she was infinitely smarter and more impressive than me in every way. One day, she came to me with another impossible idea. Anyone else would’ve laughed it off or given her a weird look, but I knew she was serious when she said “Franky, honey! Do you wanna be young again? I need a favor.”

                My perky blonde wife looked up into my eyes grinning with her hands on my shoulders. Smirking, I asked, “What’re you up to now, dear?” She looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, organizing her thoughts so that a simpleton like me could understand it. “Sooo I’m giving my students a test in three weeks, but so far a lot of my tests have been either way too hard or way too easy, I can’t find a middle ground at all! That’s why I need yooooou-” she cooed, looking back into my eyes, “to be a spy among the freshmen! I need to know how they think and know how they study for exams.”

                “So you’ve found the fountain of youth?” I asked, still grinning, feeling that there would be some kind of catch – as brilliant as my wife was, I didn’t fully believe she could de-age a person without consequence. “Honestly, it’s been something I’ve been working on for a long time. It’s uhh, well, still a work in progress,” she said, looking away, “but it should work well enough for now!” Looking back at me, she continued: “Please babe, I can’t keep being the worst test giver at college…I need to change my reputation.”

                Hannah smiled as I sighed – the sigh that told her you’re crazy, but I love you and I’m willing to help you. She led me into the basement, which was basically a mad scientist’s lab, and had me stand on a platform. “So babe, what’s the catch here?” I asked, almost forgetting. “Well…first of all, I know it works. Like, it can turn you into a 20-year old. I tested it on myself a few months ago while you were traveling for work.” “You what-” I started, but my wife continued: “The thing is, right now, the variables are kinda random. Aligning them is proving to be quite the challenge!” I wanted to ask what the variables were, but I think I had an idea. Instead, I asked, “And this will be reversible right?” Hannah laughed. “Of course, silly! If it wasn’t, I’d still be…well, never mind that. Let’s get on with it.”

                A tube of glass formed around the platform I was on, trapping me in a capsule. Hannah looked at me and smiled before yelling: “Here we goooo!” She typed some code into a keyboard, flipped a few switches, then pulled on a lever. A burst of air shot up through the platform beneath me before impactful, yet harmless zaps shot through my body. I yelled from surprise and natural instinct. It felt like a staggered, painless electrocution that felt infinitely longer than it actually was. The process was over in ten seconds. I leaned against the glass to catch my breath and my skin was almost red from adrenaline.

                As soon as I thought it was over, I felt the skin on my face begin to crawl and tighten – it was only the beginning. I looked at my wife with glazed eyes, she was smiling and holding a clipboard. “Ha…hahh…” I breathed heavily, tugging the collar of my shirt. My shoulder blades pressed against the glass as my stomach suddenly thrust forward. I heard gooey cracks and pops from within my body as my height diminished. The average amount of fat I had in my gut gurgled disgustingly, slowly beginning to dissipate into a young flat canvas.

                Still grunting for air, I held my right shoulder with my left hand, still feeling my flesh shifting. Although I’d become pretty skinny, I felt some fluff pad specific areas. I’m getting younger, it’s working! I thought. My breathing was almost steady, although it had happened again – right when I thought I was on pace with what was happening, a curveball hit me. A terrifying sscchhnap echoed loudly in the tube from my pelvis suddenly widening and stretching my skin, almost completely changing my frame within a few seconds. Losing strength, my back slid down against the glass until I was on my ass.

                My lower body was nearly spasming, but I couldn’t tell what was happening through my loose jeans – I also couldn’t find the strength to remove them. My thighs felt like they were melting as they accumulated more and more fat. Unbeknownst to me, my genitals had fused into a small wet nub that carefully flattened into my body as my calves slimmed even further to contrast my thighs. As if the chamber wasn’t hot enough, another heat wave swept through me when my Caucasian complexion began to cook with a light tan. Growing fingernails dug into my right shoulder as the bridge of my nose suddenly pushed down into my face, also making me clench teeth that were shrinking to fit a smaller mouth.  My eyelids fluttered as bits of their skin melded together, seamlessly streamlining them into thin almonds while erasing the usual wrinkles.

                “GuuHhh…” I whimpered, noticing the strange octave of my voice. I looked up at my wife, who looked surprised but enthusiastic. She was eagerly taking notes. Grasping a moment of focus, I looked down at my left arm which was pressed against my chest. My arm hair had thinned beyond belief, and the light tan across my body had darkened into a convincing Eastern hue. Almost as if in reverse, the thin hair on my head began to thicken and grow with new life. My heart was pounding for some reason, warning me about the upcoming finale. Dizzy, my gaze met Hannah’s again. Despite me no longer being recognizable, she grinned with a thumbs up.

                CRACSHK…CRUNSH… the final two horror-inducing sounds emitted from my upper body. Although my shirt had become loose, it was sticking to my body from sweat. I unwrapped my left arm from my body and hung my head down, hardly feeling the weight of my growing hair due to what I was watching. Big dark nipples were almost visible through my shirt – and the shapes couldn’t have been more prominent. My chest swelled after each wheeze and with every hard breath. Before I knew it, the flesh was sagging, dragging itself and my heavy nipples against the sticky fabric. My consciousness was almost out due to the heat in the tube, and this impossible point of view didn’t make things easier. I couldn’t muster the strength or even the thought to touch them. I could only watch them stretch and form for a few more seconds before I faded. My eyes fell shut and gravity held my head down, completely masking myself and most of my upper body in light brown hair that had grown to pectoral length.

                Hannah opened the chamber, releasing a burst of heat into the lab and causing my unconscious body to fall onto its back. “My my,” she whispered, “hubby’s gonna be reeeeal confused when he wakes up…I’ll have to get used to saying ‘she.’” Hannah carried me upstairs and lay me in the bathtub after stripping me naked, fully revealing the body of a 20-year old Asian woman she had turned me into. Using soap and the shower handle, she cleaned me up. She also poked and probed various parts of my body, especially the privates, to ensure that they had turned out normal and healthy. Going the extra mile, she even shaved the thin hair off of my arms, legs, and stomach, fully emasculating the final pieces of my original self. Finally, she donned me with a bra and panties, then lay me on the couch until I woke up a few hours later.

                “Sweetie,” I heard Hannah whisper as my eyes creaked open. “Franky, honey~” she cooed. I smiled in response until I heard “Don’t worry honey. Everything is okay. It worked!” What worked? I thought, sitting up with the help of my wife. A lot hit me at once – hair brushing my skin, the weight of two sandbags shuffling within their constraint, and my own center of gravity. “W-Wha-wha…” I stammered, looking down at my chest. Hannah calmly stated “It worked, honey. You’re 20 years old again, remember? So that you can help me write better tests?” Flashbacks of the transformation shot through my mind, especially the scene of my growing breasts. But that can’t mean- I thought, shooting a hand toward my crotch.

                “AAAAAaahhh!!! Where is it?!” I blurted, lifting the small panties up to reveal a warm, healthy vagina. My wife couldn’t help but giggle, then said, “Franky, it’s okay! You’re perfectly fine. I’m sorry you turned out this way, I haven’t been able to control some variables yet…” she trailed off, triggering my memory of her saying that previously. “…It happened to me too, you know?” she continued. “When you were traveling for work, I became a boy when I tried this on myself, but look at me now! I’m back to my old self.” Hannah smiled as she finished her thought. “So just help me out here as you are now, and you’ll be back to normal in no time.”

                Hannah’s words and embrace helped me calm down – I was used to the impossible occurring when she was involved. This blew everything else out of the water, however. After a moment of silence, I said, “Can’t you turn me back now, and we can try again? I-I mean, like, I can become a 20-year old guy? I-I can’t do anything like this…” Hannah shook her head, “Unfortunately no, I’d recommend at least three weeks before attempting to morph a body again. Even turning you back into your manly self is too dangerous right now, let alone flipping the coin again.” I accepted her words in silence.

                I lightly touched and looked at myself all over while Hannah consoled me. My yellow skin was unbelievably soft and smooth – mostly thanks to Hannah washing and shaving me earlier, which I didn’t know about. The structure of my face had changed completely, touching it made me feel like an alien alongside the other obvious changes in my anatomy. It took me nearly an hour to walk properly. My hips swayed side to side with every step. The long hair wasn’t too bad, but the weight of my thighs and breasts after each step was very distracting.

                Hannah and I mostly watched TV for the rest of the day, likely because she could tell I wanted to keep things as normal as possible. After a few of her women’s health lectures, I told her to save it for tomorrow. I accepted that I’d be doing a favor for my wife in this foreign body, but I needed to break myself in first. I could barely get used to my own voice – despite my perfect pronunciation, I still had a significant Chinese accent coming out of me. I slept with Hannah that night. We cuddled as usual, but it felt indescribably weird to be nearly the same height as her.

                Come the next day, Hannah went into full military mode on what our mission was. She wanted me to infiltrate the campus tomorrow, but I told her that I’d still need a few days. That day, she poured hours into teaching me how to dress, what to wear, and what a lady’s body language meant. She also dragged me into the world of her little makeups and perfumes. I was reluctant, but I tried my best not to be a Grumpy Gus and go along with it – after all, if I could turn back in three weeks, I figured I might as well try and find some intrigue in the experience.

We’d been so wrapped up in girly activities for hours that I nearly forgot to notify my office that I’d be working remotely for the next three weeks. The rest of the evening was spent in normalcy, although tomorrow my wife would go teach and I would be tapping away at my laptop for eight hours. Before Hannah left the next morning, she made me dress myself to practice getting ready for school. The bra was a major pain the ass, but everything else was easy enough. Per her instructions, I also poorly applied a small amount of makeup.

I worked for a few hours before taking the bra off because it felt silly to wear when I was simply sitting inside. As I continued to type away with newly elongated nails, I thought about how funny my situation was. Throughout all the impossible scientific events I’d experienced with Hannah, I wondered why this one was getting to me so much – I mean, yeah, it completely changed my body, but being in the good hands of Hannah meant that everything was going to go back to normal, something I had to constantly remind myself of. Then I thought about it a different way – how many guys got to be a girl? How many guys – or hell, people in general – could see the world through the eyes of the opposite sex? Now that I was starting to come to terms with the basics, this opportunity felt fascinating.

Later that day, I think Hannah could see that I was warming up to the situation. I redressed myself in some new clothes, and my wife did my makeup for me before we decided to eat out together. I wore a fairly modest one-piece dress, letting me experience the goosebumps of the wind blowing all around my hairless legs. Once we had ordered our food, I’d already noticed a large difference in the way strangers looked at and spoke to me. To my surprise, eating and drinking with lipstick was difficult without feeling like it was smearing off on every little thing. Hannah chuckled at my complaint, telling me that I’d get used to it. Nevertheless, I was happy with how that day went.

I considered going to Hannah’s college campus the next day, but I decided to give myself one more day. During my lunch break, I was ashamed to admit that I poked around under our bed to find Hannah’s vibrator, because I figured I might as well have tried it… Lying on the bed naked, I sensually touched myself as I slowly circled the vibrator around my clit and pussy. It was scary, as if I were committing a sin that would be caught at any moment, but it felt so good. Squeezing my breasts and sliding a few fingers in and out with this thing on me was unlike any sexual male experience. I was so warm and just wanted more and more, it felt like it could go on forever. 30 minutes later, my climax looked light on the outside, but my insides were being swallowed within a sea of intense passion. I couldn’t help but moan with strain on my face – I hope Hannah felt this good whenever we did it in the past.

I resumed my work for the day with an embarrassed, bright red face after what I had done. Hannah wanted to eat out again that evening, but I refused and kept things as boring as possible to mentally prepare for my trip to college tomorrow morning.

Come Wednesday morning, it was time for this plan to take action. I dressed up well and poorly applied makeup again, which my wife fixed for me. I took my work laptop with me so that I could work during the lectures – after all, I wasn’t there to pay attention, only to infiltrate study groups for information. Using a basic script from Hannah, I approached some other Asian girls at the end of our class to get things moving.

“Hi!” I said, “I’m…Christine,” I paused, realizing I had never thought of a name for myself in this body, “would you like to study together?” I used this introduction with some more small talk on one or two girls after each lecture until I had formed a sizable party of 6 girls to meet in the lounge that evening. A lot of them knew each other, which made my job easier in coordinating things. Since I didn’t actually know anything about the subject, I let the others kick things off. They passed around practice tests from other professors’ websites, as well as old tests from Hannah in an attempt to crack the formula.

“It’s like she expects us to know literally everything about everything,” one of the girls complained. “I heard half the test wasn’t even covered in her lectures,” another said. A lot of agreements were made. I chucked quietly to myself, thinking that’s my Hannah. Too smart for her own good sometimes. While the girls did their own thing, one of them sidled to me and said “Hey Christine, I haven’t seen you around before. Love your dress though, where’d you get it?” I took a quiet deep breath before replying, playing my role as best I could: “It was actually a gift! But it’s nothing compared to how much I love your hair!” I exclaimed, which was actually true – the girl’s hair was wavy and had a lot of blonde highlights. She introduced herself as Staci. We got so wrapped up in talking that I almost forgot to retain the information that I was supposed to be gathering.

I drove home that night with the giddy feeling of having made a new friend. I learned that Staci was studying to become an engineer, loved to volunteer at animal shelters, and was engaged to her boyfriend of six years. We made a little salon date for Saturday so that I could style my hair in a similar fashion to hers. Coming home that night was surprisingly the least exciting part of the day. I gave Hannah the information she wanted – the students using other tests in an attempt to crack the question formula – and went to bed shortly after a hot shower.

Thursday was a lot less eventful; I couldn’t pull a group together that evening and Staci was no where to be found. But I found her again on Friday, and reeled in two other girls for a quick study session. This time, I saw flashcard practice being used to master vocabulary alongside the usual practice test comparison. One of the girls had access to Chegg, which was a paid service that gave answers to all sorts of textbook questions with the work shown. She drew up a few problems on the white board for everyone to see which enacted a positive response.

I gave Hannah her information after that successful evening, although I wondered how much more she could ask for – I didn’t think study strategies would deviate further from what I’ve already seen. We went out to eat again to celebrate the end of the week. I eagerly told Hannah about my salon appointment with Staci tomorrow. “Wooow,” she started, “if I knew you loved salons so much, I would’ve had you take me more!” she laughed.

I woke up early Saturday morning after a creepy dream – I was standing in an empty white plane. Looking down at myself, half my body was female while the other half was my old male self. I had a bit of a gut blocking the view to my crotch. When I peered around it to see what was there, the dream ended. I thought I’d forget about it as I brushed my teeth, but it stuck with me for a while. I dressed and tried using a bit more makeup than usual, which Hannah helped me correct. Before I left for the salon, I asked Hannah to lend me a purse because I got tired of stuffing my wallet into tight shorts.

“Christy!!” I heard Staci call down the sidewalk. “Hey Staci!!” I smiled vibrantly, reciprocating the energy. Staci insisted that we went all out today with the hair as well as a mani-pedi. The ladies there were awesome and gave us face masks to relax in while our hair got done. Somehow, I was able to keep up with the girl-talk all while enjoying my nails getting done. Staci opted for a bright red while I settled with a faded blue. A few days ago, I would’ve been internally begging to escape, but I gave myself a mental pat on the back for enjoying this experience.

Although we hadn’t planned on it, Staci and I spent most of the day together. After the salon, we studied electromagnetics for hours, mainly via textbook problems. I probably looked really stupid to her since I was going off of my own memory of the course from my college, which was almost a decade ago. Once the sun began to set, Staci invited me to a party and demanded that I wore open-toed heels to show off the new pedicure. I blushed at the thought – my gut told me to refuse, but I reminded myself to keep enjoying the opportunities I’ve been given. With a hard swallow, I accepted.

Before the party, we went to our separate homes for a few hours. Hannah almost gasped at how I looked – my hair was wavy and much brighter, and my skin and nails spoke for themselves. I told Hannah all about my day and what was in store, telling her that I didn’t think I could learn how to wear heels in a few short hours. She laughed and let me use a pair of high, open-toed pumps. Hannah also helped me do some dress-up.

“You look gorgeous, Franky!” Hannah exclaimed as I did a little twirl in a frilly blue dress that came down to my knees. It would’ve showed my cleavage if I hadn’t insisted on an undershirt – I was going into unknown territory, after all. I met up with Staci around 9 that night. Just like me, she wore a sexy red dress that matched her nails. One of her shoulders was revealed and she had some good side-boob action going with it. We complimented each other and headed into the clubhouse together.

The place was crowded and the music was almost deafening. I immediately wanted to go home, but I told myself that I didn’t spend so much time preparing for nothing. Staci and I scoped the place out for awhile before she suddenly dragged me onto the dance floor for a random Flo Rider song. I loved the beat, and thanks to Staci’s presence and high energy, I was able to let loose with my awkward moves. A few guys tried to get our attention while we were dancing, but we sent them away and talked shit about them in between a few drinks and more dancing.

Unfortunately, I underestimated how well I could hold my alcohol in this body. Toward the end of the night, I did something super embarrassing. One guy slid up next to me on a couch during one of the few moments Staci wasn’t at my side. He was hitting on me, I couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t contain my laughter because I wanted nothing to do with him, but in my drunken state, I started groping his crotch through his pants to reward him for making me smile.

“This is all you’re getting and you’re gonna like it,” I giggled, looking up at his half confused, half aroused face. He tried to kiss me, but I wouldn’t let him. I focused on taking in his scent and massaging his dick, trying to assess how I felt about the situation. The guy must’ve been a virgin because he came in his pants in five minutes. That’s when he really went in for me – he landed a few kisses on my head since I ducked my face low. Just to get in a different position, I stood up and immediately sat on his lap. His wet pants were less pleasant to sit on than I’d imagined. He held my waist and bounced me up and down a little, but the second he made the move to whip it out, I stood up again, looked down at his desperate face, and yelled “No!! Silly!” while progressively laughing.

I found and walked up to Staci shortly after, and spent the next hour sobering up with her before we finally went home at around 2 in the morning. Thankfully I didn’t forget to wash my makeup off. I crept into bed with my sleeping wife and embraced her that night, thankful for her and all that she’d done for me. I had another vivid dream that night, a dream where I could only see a blank white canvas and my two Asian arms. Nothing happened, but I remembered it well into the next day.

Things became more routine after the party. Hannah’s test was only two weeks away, so Staci and her friends buckled down harder on studying. We texted a lot, but our few interactions became solely about school. After another week of practice, I got to a point where Hannah wasn’t fixing my makeup, although it still looked better when she did. I continued to notice the difference in how people looked at treated me. Although it remained interesting, it too became more routine with every passing day. Constantly going to a college campus almost made me want to go back for real. The thought often distracted me from my work.

During the third week, Hannah gave her test with confidence due to my information. Although she wouldn’t know if she succeeded in making a good test until she started grading them, she showed immense thanks for my hard work with hugs, kisses, and ravenous dinners. The extra love really helped me get through a situation that was more painful and awkward than I could’ve imagined – my period. Thanks to her, I was able to slightly feel like I was still above the status of a disgusting meat sack. Staci invited me to another party to celebrate the test being over, but I had to pass and recoup my sanity from the fire that burned within my body.

The fourth week was when Hannah talked to me about reverting the transformation. I knew it was time, but I kept putting it off. It was hard for me to give up the routine I’d spent a month practicing, like putting on my face and figuring out what clothes I’d look cute in. Having a good circle of girlfriends was exciting too, as I’d grown apart from most of my original friends. At the same time, I couldn’t work remotely forever and I was Hannah’s husband, after all. After one final girls’ night out with Hannah, looking and feeling as sexy as I possible could, we walked down into her lab to begin the reversion.

“Ready?” Hannah asked. “Yup,” I said, forcing a smile. I stood on the platform which was enclosed by a new tube of glass. I heard the mechanisms whirr up as I closed my eyes, thankful for the time I had in this body. After a few seconds of not feeling anything, I opened one eye as the sounds began to fade. “Everything OK?” I called through the glass. With a sudden clink, the glass tube was detached from the platform. Hannah lifted it off and said “You really like being a girl, don’t you?” “What?” I blurted, blushing. “I-It’s not that,” I continued, “I mean it’s just pretty cool to be, like, this again. You know? 20 years old with a whole other life ahead…not that I dislike where I was before, obviously, but I mean-” I was getting tongue-twisted, losing track of what I was trying to say.

Hannah giggled and put a finger to my lips to keep me quiet. “Honey, I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I had to turn back.” I remained silent, so she continued: “Tell you what. Go upstairs and do whatever for a few hours. I’m gonna stay down here and work on a surprise for us, okay?” I simply nodded and followed her command, not knowing what to think.

I couldn’t stop my mind from racing as I thought what Hannah could be doing. Since I figured it may be my last chance, I masturbated on our bed, then watched TV for a couple hours until my phone buzzed with a text from Hannah. It read “Come to the living room in five minutes. It didn’t come out as I’d hoped, but I can try again next month.”

Doing as instructed again, I peered into the living room after five minutes had passed. I didn’t believe my eyes when I came across a tall, young Latina woman with skin and hair darker than mine. She was wearing Hannah’s clothes – her shirt still fit, but her shorts were stretched to their limit with how thick her ass had become. “H-Hannah?” I whispered. The woman returned a sad smile. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m sorry honey, I…” she paused before continuing, as if she was embarrassed to say something, “I was hoping I’d turn into a guy again so we could still be together, like this…” My heart was racing as I approached her. Not only was I blown away from the fact that she tried to change herself for my sake, but she was smokin’ hot. I hesitantly held her waist, as if I couldn’t believe she wasn’t my wife.

“Babe,” I began, “are you serious? You don’t want me to turn back…?” “It’s not that, it’s just, well, I want you to be happy. But of course, I want to be happy with you, too.” Without a second thought, I stood on my toes and embraced her with a passionate kiss. Our smooth legs wrapped around each other as we kissed and tongued like we had after our marriage. Finding a moment to pause, I looked into her deep brown eyes and said “Stay like this. Guys are gross.”

I had my third and final vivid void-like dream that night. It stuck with me all day and I knew exactly what it meant. I couldn’t see or feel myself in the dream, but I could tell that I was tirelessly waving to a walking image of my male self as it walked toward the horizon, never to be seen again. Neither Hannah or I could give a second thought toward anything except our selves that morning. We skipped worked and made more love to each other all throughout the morning. Later into the afternoon, Hannah knew exactly how we could sustain our new lives. She anonymously sold the transforming machine for enough money to put anyone into retirement, both for the money and so that we wouldn’t be tempted to use it again.

But this was only the beginning – Hannah wouldn’t sit contently on a fat stack of cash for the rest of her life and neither would I. We put the money into charity and into funding college for the both us, along with enough into savings for our house and cars. With her brilliance, Hannah also helped solidify our new legal identities with some cunning tricks. Over time, she continued to sell her inventions for charity, saying that her life as Hannah the Teacher/Inventor was through, although she was able to take pride in finding out her final exam was a huge success in terms of fair difficulty. With her new body, she dubbed herself as Camila and began getting into sports and cheerleading. With so much to still learn, I simply enjoyed being a young woman who would support her girlfriend as best she could.

Camila and I naturally took a long time off from working to build everything back together. We often talked and joked about how ridiculous our situation was, and how we could probably have another marriage in the future. I don’t know if it was younger hormones or some kind of new thrill, but our sex life couldn’t have been better. It wasn’t long before we’d spent over a hundred dollars on toys that both of us naturally lasted forever with. I also often thought about why I was so happy like this, since my previous life was also pretty incredible.

Almost a year had passed before Camila and I were finally able to enter college as freshmen. Throughout the year we volunteered and worked part time a lot, mostly to keep things feeling normal. I hadn’t noticed it, but any subconscious masculine ticks I had were gone according to my girlfriend. She often teased “Wow, you wouldn’t have done that a few months ago,” or “Did I really fall in love with a husband who would say that?” I enrolled as a biology major and wore a skimpy black and white outfit on my first day just because it was well over 90 degrees outside. A few people recognized me from my endeavors all those months ago, and I reconnected with Staci after a few months of no communication.

I went to the computer lab after my first few lectures, hoping to get ahead of the class before it really picked up. With a moment to myself, being in college gave me a moment of unique reflection as I crossed my bare legs and adjusted my breasts. Everything felt so normal, and yet I’d lived such a small fraction of my life with this dainty body. A line from my girlfriend popped into my mind from when she was Hannah: “You really like being a girl, don’t you?” I smiled with closed eyes and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess I do.”