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was a Sunday morning unlike any other I had ever experienced. It was unusual to say the least. I awoke with a slight hangover and slowly gained my consciousness. With my eyes still closed I realized that my hand was cupped around a large breast. "I hate it when I black out!" I thought to myself. "Who was it this time and what the hell is her name?" I was laying on my left side on the right edge of the bed. There was the edge of the bed and there was nobody lying next to me. "What the *censored*?" I responded under my breath. "This is a pretty *censored*ed up dream I'm having but this could get interesting." My hand is on a large rounded soft breast and there is nobody next to me." I opened my eyes and sat up. "Holy Shit!" I could have sworn at that moment that I was Scott Bakula, you know... the guy in that TV show Quantum Leap. I must have leaped into some woman's life to fix some messed up situation in history or something. I remember thinking "somebody tell me this is some !kind of *censored*ing dream." But it really wasn't. I jumped in the shower without my roommate waking up and realizing the fact that I was a chick all of the sudden. I jumped in the shower and being a guy just yesterday had a great time. As I stepped o
ft front headlight. For some reason my spatial perceptions were not as sharp as they usually would have been. (Renzetti, 46) I was also not an aggressive driver like before. I was much more timid and cautious. When I realized what had happened I just started crying again. I got out of the car and felt intimidated by the large man who owned the car that I had just hit. After calming down we swapped insurance info and I was back on my way to church. ybe I'm a lesbian" I thought to myself. "Awesome!" So we talked for a little while. She was suprisingly understanding. She helped me to pick out something to wear. She assured me that I looked fine and that if we did my makeup right, nobody would even recognize me. That made me feel a little better but for some reason I just started crying. I felt so emotional, I couldn't help myself. Every little thing would effect my mood and this was completely different from my usual personality. The day before I would have kept all these feelings to myself like most males do. The problem was that now I was a female and my emotions have a "mind of their own." (Renzetti, 49-54) Deanne, Shapiro. Guest speaker : 4 February, 1999 that a guest speaker in my Sex, Society, and Selfhood class had addressed this issue. ( 11 November 1999) She said that her parish was open and excepting of this type of lifestyle. She was an ordained minister in a Christian church, which is not an option for me because I go to a Catholic Church. I finished my shower and pondered at the fact that I had nothing to wear. "What size bra do I wear?" I sorted through the collection on the shelf in my room. I had a small collection of them that has been accumulating since freshman year. I found one that fit. A 36-C, which belonged to some girl that had stayed over last semester. I threw on some fleece pants and a sweatshirt as I was dialing Jessica's #. I had nothing to wear and I had to borrow some makeup. I told her I was coming over and she was not going to believe what had happened. Jess was a girl that I was dating at the time and this little revelation might mess that up a little bit. As I walked to her place I noticed that
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