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View Part 3 of Doing Okay.
She suggested instead of taking the bus that we walk across the park back to her apartment -- which is where I had been staying since the Shift, of course. (For safety, I made her recite the address by memory along with several other facts.)
She told me how impressed she was with me, how I seemed to be adapting much better to being a woman than most guys she knew in my situation. I looked down awkwardly at the plastic bag from the deli with the hygiene products. I wanted so bad to hide them as she showered me with these types of compliments.
Then I looked up at her. She considered me put together? Was she looking at herself? I felt like I wanted to return the praise, but it seemed like it would be hollow. If she thought I was “put together” as a woman, I don’t think I had words to describe how well she made my body look!



