I had been living this woman’s life for months, you know, after she ran away with mine and went god knows where. I’m not happy with this life. Wearing these very effeminate clothes and going to her workplace where I must accept casual sexism, glares, being called “doll” and “sweetheart”. It’s a decent life I now have, but one I feel trapped in, unable to advance, improve, or do anything aside from wallow in mediocrity. No wonder she left her body.