Her friendly, businesslike attitude was so utterly inconsistent with her bizarre offer! "Look, Margaret," I started, "I'm really flattered, and it sounds like fun in a way, but I can't be a prostitute! I'm an engineer who wanted to be a girl so bad I took a job in the hotel business.Her friendly, businesslike attitude was so utterly inconsistent with her bizarre offer! "Look, Margaret," I started, "I'm really flattered, and it sounds like fun in a way, but I can't be a prostitute! I'm an engineer who wanted to be a girl so bad I took a job in the hotel business. I'm grateful for all your help, but - a prostitute! I'm sorry, Margaret. I just can't." I hung my head, unable to face her any more, and went to the door. It wouldn't open, at first, so I tried harder. I looked around for the lock. Mrs. Whittaker didn't offer to help me. I turned to ask for assistance. Her friendly smile had been replaced by an evil leer. "I've got you by your sweet, feminine little balls, dear! Think back! You never went with me to the Motor Vehicles office, to the Social Security office, to the banks, or anywhere else. I and my staff arranged everything for you; you merely accepted your new life as we presented it. In fact, while your new papers may look authentic, Miss Donna Baker doesn't officially exist at all! Those IDs are not registered anywhere in the world! The bank accounts are totally fictitious! The only thing we did that was just exactly as you thought was to cut all your ties with your male identity. "Donna," she lifted my chin to look her in the eyes, "if you went out on that desert right now and dropped dead, the world would never miss you!" As her words sank in, I tried frantically in my mind to refute her arguments, but I couldn't! She had taken care of me for the last six months, helping me to make the great transition. My parents were dead, I never saw my divorced wife any more, and I had purposely left behind the friends and acquaintances of my discarded male life. I had gotten rid of all my credit cards and other connections, living by cash to clear the way for the change. After taking evening and weekend training from Mrs. |