was a Sunday morning unlike any other I had ever experienced. It was unusual to say the least. I awoke with a slight hangover and slowly gained my consciousness. With my eyes still closed I realized that my hand was cupped around a large breast. "I hate it when I black out!" I thought to myself. "Who was it this time and what the hell is her name?" I was laying on my left side on the right edge of the bed. There was the edge of the bed and there was nobody lying next to me. "What the *censored*?" I responded under my breath. "This is a pretty *censored*ed up dream I'm having but this could get interesting." My hand is on a large rounded soft breast and there is nobody next to me." I opened my eyes and sat up. "Holy Shit!" I could have sworn at that moment that I was Scott Bakula, you know... the guy in that TV show Quantum Leap. I must have leaped into some woman's life to fix some messed up situation in history or something. I remember thinking "somebody tell me this is some !
             kind of *censored*ing dream." But it really wasn't. I jumped in the shower without my roommate waking up and realizing the fact that I was a chick all of the sudden. I jumped in the shower and being a guy just yesterday had a great time. As I stepped out of the shower I realized I had nothing to wear. " I quickly called the girl that I had been seeing before the slight alteration of my sex. This whole situation was nuts. After briefly explaining to her that " I was now the same sex as her. It wasn't as brief as it would have been the day before, but that's just because " Women talk in paragraphs. Men talk in headlines." I remember reading that from a sample paper on the Sex, Society, and Selfhood web page. One of the guest speakers, on February 4th said that and it makes sense. I just felt like I needed to tell someone everything, every little de...