Ever since I started working with Maxine, I’ve wanted her body. Not sexually, I wanted to walk around in her skinny and curvy little body, feel her billowing hair encase her head, and rub her perfect teeth with her tongue. A women who lived in a dumpster helped make my dream into a reality by giving me a pill that turned me into liquid could then take control of another person by crawling up an oriphus. I hid in the women’s toilet, waiting for Maxine’s morning pit stop, and shot myself up her butt. I was now in the body I desired for far too long, and appropriately commemorated my success with a selfie. That’s normal, right?