I Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby
Adrenaline surged...daring every sensory organ in my body to absorb the
tiniest nuances of my first day out in public dressed as a woman. I touched
the velvety skin on my wife's arm. "I'm so lucky!" "Lucky?" Nicole shook her
head in obvious bewilderment. We had stopped to find our bearings and stood
in the hub of the Mall of America -- twisting and turning to keep from being
trampled by over-stimulated shoppers. "What an understatement! You've always
been lucky. How many other people do you know who've played the lottery once
and won the Mega Millions jackpot?" The day they announced the winning
numbers my life had spun like a ten-year old child in a revolving door. I had
felt like that same kid on her last day of school -- only a hundred times
more liberated. ... Less than a week after Nicole and I won all that money
she had her finger on what was causing my disenchantment. "You've always
wanted to be a woman," she had accurately said nearly eight months ago.
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