Head into the City

Knowing you couldn’t stay here forever, you decide to make your way to a motel in the city and stay there for two days. You write out a hasty note to your parents explaining that you’re going camping with some friends and won’t be back till Monday. You grab on of your mother’s purses and fill it with all they money you had plus a little of your parents’ money for good measure.

You briefly consider taking the car, but the risk of being caught driving without a license was too great. Especially in this body, you had to be careful. You weren’t a white guy anymore, you were an Arab woman and you’ed have to act like one too. The world wasn’t going to be as kind to your new body as it was the old one. With that in mind, you actually take a little extra time to make sure your purse doesn’t look too full or bumpy. The last thing you need is for some asshole to think your carrying a bomb. It would only take one person to get the police involved, and once they found you didn’t have any proof of citizenship they would probably deport you to god knows where.

15 minutes of preparation latter, you finally leave the house. You make your way towards the local subway, as it was probably the easiest way to get into the city without anyone questioning you. As you made your way there, you couldn’t help but notice how the way you walked had changed. It was now more… feminine. That was the word, it was feminine and graceful. You also noticed how you walked with a minuscule sway in your hips, almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you finally reached the subway station. You bought a token at the machine, and then went through the turnstile to the platform for the express train.