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Show 105 day had covered the entire city. Erin said it was easy to get to her work by train, and she gave me directions. The directions seemed straight-forward, but the first air train employee told me to get on the wrong train, and after I figured that out and started over, the second employee told me how she woke up her four year-old every morning to bring him to her sister's house while she walked 18 blocks in order to be to her shift by seven AM. I figured it out on my own, and the rest of the subway system was straightforward. Nobody made eye contact with each other, and I found a spot in the comer where I could set my suitcase without obstructing anyone's way. Riding the train was fast. Everyone seemed aware of what they needed to do. As I emerged from the Canal Street subway station to the outside, the first thing I saw was more steam coming from the sewer. And then I saw Erin, who was reading a book on a bench across the street where she said she would wait for me. I waved and she saw me and waved back. "Check 'em out," she said as I approached, and then pushed her hands against her breasts to accent the growth. I said, "What's the name of that building?" and pointed in another direction. But Erin did look different in New York, breast growth aside. Not only had she refined her movements to a greater degree than when I last saw her in Salt Lake, here she walked with a swagger and a confidence that I hadn't seen before in any previous gender. The overall transformation-from my old, perpetually hung over roommate who would wake up at 3 PM and stumble into the kitchen to |