From The Mirror... Who'd believe me anyway if I told my story? I'd end up being locked away in a pleasant home with nice people i white uniforms looking after me.
Except that I'm not crazy and it's true! I was a man who'd become a woman! You believe me don't you? Well, I was!
Still, I have to admit, Diane did the right thing by me. There was a bank account with a great deal of money in it, and she left securities and bonds and identification and other things for me, so that all I had to do was practice her signature (my signature now) and be her!
.... I examined myself thoroughly; everything was functioning. I don't know why I did it; maybe I just hoed this was all some sort of elaborate hoax and I have been pt into some sort of rubber of plastic "suit" or whatever, I just don't know! I was grasping at straws.