I stumbled over uneven ground. Out of the dark woods came vicious growls. Looking out, I saw a mountain lion, a coyote, and a brown bear hemming me in. I heard a voice and saw a figure stretching out a radiant hand.

Marty Hemming’s eyes opened at a strange sound. He saw a man peering into his tent. He quickly grabbed his gun from in front of him and aimed it at the man.

They had no stomachs today. Just my luck. I woke up this morning feeling frail and weak; hell was in my belly. Or maybe my liver? Nevertheless, immeasurable core pangs were going on.

Kenzie was far too beautiful to transition to a man. Exceptions were sometimes made, but they came with the consequence of being looked down on by the industry.

Don’t got a lot of time left, so I’ll make this quick. Gotta say something though. Somebody’ll miss me sooner or later and go looking, and if they look in the right place—this is my goodbye, I guess.