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Show 114 HANDS Here's another one about hands. For Erin, they were her last feature to make people look twice and wonder. She was a little taller than most women and had a long, angular jaw line and more muscle definition in her arms. Erin trained with Tanya, a long-time fixture in the Salt Lake City trans scene, to present herself as tall, thin and athletic, maintaining "feminine voice and movements." Mostly she was passable. Steadily her walk developed, as did her voice. But her hands were long and bony and looked out of place. Back before Erin changed her name to Erin, she worked a construction job that left her hands strong and dry. She worked with telephones all day now, but the cuts and scars were still there. Erin went to Wal-Mart where she purchased some macaroni and cheese, three fruit pies and a soda and walked outside to wait for the bus. It was night. It was winter. She was leaving the state of Utah forever in just two weeks, and everything she did here might be the last time she did it. The bus stop outside smelled like sulfur. There was one streetlight shining dully ten feet up the road. Also at the bus stop was a group of four friends. They |