Help, I said. “Is this real? Am I still me?”
The Stranger comforted, “Everything stays true. You are yourself, no matter how much you have to change.”
But what had I done? I couldn’t remember; I must have made each required movement…I must have passed instinctively through the motions that somehow changed me from girl to woman. Although if there was such a transformation, I had not witnessed it.

Author: Ramona Ausubel