Transvestia

into the bright sunlight; it takes an adjustment that some can not make as quickly as you. Your 'transmutation-mate' is going through that unpleas - antness now. Perhaps you were aware of a disturbance when you left your room to come here."

I explained what I had heard: the shouts from the room down the hall from me as I spoke with the manager. The soft smile returned to Juniper's face. "Yes," she said, "did the voice sound familiar?"

Pieces began fitting together. Without her adding another word, I knew that the voice that screamed in the hotel was mine. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the sensation of seeing that new person walk into the room. Would I recognize

him?

Juniper called the waitress and ordered again before she continued her narrative, "You mustn't expect to remember much of what happened to you immediately before yesterday's events. I can tell you what you feel you need to know but I am sure it will sound like a tale about someone else."

"You've wiped out that much of my past?" I asked.

"'Wiped out' sounds so unkind," she smiled. "In placing your problems before the electronic com- puters, we discovered that your great drive toward the feminine overshadowed all other attributes of your personality. This, then, was the form on which we built the 'new you' during the transmutation; but remember, we could only build from the raw materials at hand."

"My mind and the mind of my 'mate, I added tentatively.

"Right. We had to decide which traits you should each retain from your former selves and which you should trade. As a result, you both emerged as

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