Jenny opened her laptop and entered her email inbox. She took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. It was hitting 4 in the morning, and she couldn't sleep. She had crept out of bed and slipped on one of Shane's button up white shirts. She poured herself a glass of soy milk and took a seat at the wooden table in the kitchen. She took another deep breath and rubbed her forehead.

She opened a 'compose' window, and stared at it. The cursor was blinking, and she felt like she was going to cry. Why was this so difficult? In all actuality, Max had ruined her life, not helped it. Shane would have said that. She had finally made up her mind that being with this monster called Max was something she didn't want.

"Dear Max,

My heart is beating faster than it ever has, and I can actually feel my blood coursing through my veins. I'm not familiar with these feelings, which is making me slightly uneasy. It's now or never, and I am pushing myself to write this instead of backing out.

I met Moira in Skokie several weeks ago, and I felt like she was the most amazing woman I have ever met. She had changed my life, and she had helped me look at life from another perspective. I fell in love with Moira. We took a trip through the country and slept in her truck.

One day, Moira turned into Max, and then everything changed. A monster came and took over Max. That monster has become you now. I don't want this. I don't want your transformation. I don't want a man. I don't want to deal with the hormones and the surgeries and the constant aggravation. I'm stepping away from it all.

I wish you good luck in the future, Max. I hope you have found love like I have. She has made me complete. She has made me feel like someone who could do anything. She's made me feel beautiful and loved.

When you come home, your things will already be packed and ready for you. Where you choose to go is your business, not mine. I bid you a farewell, and I hope you find the kind of happiness I have found with her. The happiness I have found with Shane

Your Friend, Jennifer Schecter."

"Did you write it?" Shane asked from the doorway. Jenny nodded and sent the email, closing the laptop when she was finished. She stood, pushing the chair in, and shutting off the light. She walked over to Shane, locked eyes with her, and smiled a weak smile.

"Your turn." Shane nodded and led Jenny to the bedroom. They laid back in bed, and Jenny laid her head on Shane's chest.

"What are you going to tell her, when you call?" Jenny asked. Shane sighed.

"Something she doesn't want to hear." Jenny closed her eyes, but Shane stayed awake, fighting off the nauseous feeling she had.

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