I finally meet with my "doctor."

Even though the dream wasn't anything like a nightmare, I wake up in such a way similar that I was waking up from one. I don't scream, but my upper body shoots up, my head from the pillow, in no less than two seconds. I find that sweat has formed on my forehead, around my neck, and upon my chest area, making my shirt stick to my skin. I immediate uncover myself from the thick blanket and sit up on the side of the bed.

I take a look at the room. I find that my surroundings doesn't consist of iron bars, concrete floors and walls, and poorly padded beds. I find that the walls are made of lacquered wood panels, the ceiling made of office ceiling panels, and the floor made of hardwood. There isn't much to look at, only two desks, one near the bed and another at the far side of the room. There is a wall-mount cupboard at the far wall as well, right next to the closed wooden door. It's sunny outside. I can tell that because rays of light enter through a large window, with white lace curtains draped in front of it.

I part the curtain and looking at the scene outside. From what I could see a six lane street, three lanes on either side of a yellow, solid, double line, with a large building adjacent to it. The sidewalk in front of the building has its daily dose of pedestrians. Businessmen and women walking to work and calling taxis. Others, mainly groups of young women and girls with their boyfriend, carry numerous bags in their hands, from their daily shopping rountines.

In the background, I see the skyline of the commercial district, enveloped in shining rays from the sun. The sun is shining towards me, making the tall skyscrapers towering silhouettes. From what I could tell from the position of the sun, I assume the time now is around 10:30 in the morning. The day is still young.

On the other side of the street, separated by a sidewalk, a small parking lot, probably dedicated to this building. I'm unaware that the building is a clinic though. I see three cars parked in the parking lot. The first, a white, Japanese sedan, and the second, an black, off-road, pick-up truck. The third catches my almost immediately. Orange glow, almost as big as the black pick-up truck parked two spaces from, the third vehicle I see is the infamous orange Hemi Cuda that I thought was impounded. I immediate get suspicious of who bailed me out and I turn from the window and get off the bed. As I get off, I step on sometime beside the bed.

I'm curious to see what I stepped on. Next to the bed, lying on the floor, are two yellow and black duffel bags. With the two bags, I find a smaller bag, like a purse, and a towel beside it. Before I can attempt to reach to lift the purse up, a small piece of yellow-colored paper with writing on it catches my eye. I take the fountain pen and place it into a cup nearby holding an orange highlighter, a mechanical pencil, and two regular wood pencils. I pick up the piece of paper, and read the words on it out loud. I listen to the voice coming out of my mouth.

"Good morning. Come and have some lunch downstairs."

I feel nervous and anxious at the same time to meet this unknown person who wrote this note to me. Don't get me wrong. I seem to have more confidence as a female than when I was a nerdy-ass man. I think it comes with the hair and the body, which is probably why those are the two things that are girl's pride and joy.

With no further ado, I get up off of the bed and stand on the hardwood floor. As I stand there, the coldness of the lacquered wood under my feel makes the warmth I felt under the thick blanket begin to transfer to the floor, thus making me feel cold. I find that the shoes that I wore, Vans sneakers, as well as the socks I wore inside them are off my cute little feet. I do not see the socks anywhere, but I do see the pair of sneakers neatly sitting near the door, sitting next to a pair of brown flip-flops. Feeling rather colder than I was before I stood up off the bed, I walk to the door and sliding my feet into the slippers. I feel much more better since the soft foamy sole prevent any heat transfer and provide heat insulation.

I place my hand on the doorknob, which is a regular brass doorknob. I turn it and the door quickly eases open. Into the hallway, I exit the room. I close the door behind me, seeing that light still escapes from under the door. The hallway look much like the room, every wall paneled with lacquered wood and the floor continues to be hardwood. The hallway isn't long, spanning at least ten feet and maxing out to sixteen feet. Including the room I came out of, the hallway leads to six other room, one behind at one end of the hallway. At the other end is a staircase. I walk towards the staircase and I immediately smell soothing aromas as they travel from downstairs to my nostrils upstairs.

Like a cartoon mouse smelling the visible aroma of cheese, I follow the smell down the stairs. As I descend down the hardwood steps, the humidity of the smell strengthened making me want to get downstairs all the more. When I make it to the bottom, I find that I enter a small hallway, having doors leading to a door to the garage, a bathroom, and a laundry room.

I exit out the hallway into a living room including three sofas and two arm chairs. Standing at my position, a long hallway is seen to my left, a glass and metal gated door to my right and an open kitchen and dining room, separating them from the living room is a wall with a windowless sill and two open door frames on either side of it. A vent fan and a stove is heard from the kitchen.

I walk around the sofas and arm chairs and enter the leftmost door frame. I poke my head through and immediately, the person in the kitchen shouts, his words supposedly directed at me. "Just take a seat, the food's almost ready." The voice is obvious from a man. Poking just my head in, I see the kitchen to my left, brightly lit by ceiling lights. The counter is filled with food and utensils. To my right I see a dining table, with three placemats, and three plates already set with eating utensils and tall glasses. No food is on the table, seeing that the center is void of plates with food in them. But the mxing of every aroma in the kitchen creates a unique smell that I can't recognize.

It seems that being in this body, every one of the five senses are changed and the meaning they were to a man is completely different to the meanings to a woman. The least of change is in the sense of taste, since I haven't anything to eat since I was taken to that police station. Seeing with my eyes makes me get attracted to things that are artisitically and esthically beautiful. With these ears attached to the side of my hear, I can hear things more clearly and since I'm working with a human brain, I can remember things more and unfortunately and fortunately able to recall past memories of things that I sense with my senses. My sense of smell has one of the greatest influence upon my mind. When I smell something I can recognize individual aromas in a combination of individual aromas. By far, my sense of touch has the greatest effects on my mind and body. I've felt my body, my surroundings, and the relationship between my body and surroundings. I've felt things inside and outside, minor and major things.

Before I can ponder on every single thing in my now archiving little mind due to all the five senses humanity has passed down to me and everybody else, I hear a sound in the kitchen which makes me pop into the dining room. I'm frozen on the spot where I land, with my back to the kitchen, besides a chair facing away from the kitchen. A second similar sound is heard five seconds later originating from the same place as the first, the kitchen. Call it fear or respect, I stand in attention, using my senses other than sight to determine what is making the sounds. But I'm cut short by a voice.

"Are you going to sit down or what?" the male voice travels from behind me, from the kitchen, to my ears, and I try to decide what to do.