Wilma didn't know what to do. Or what to think. She just satt in her car, looking at her phone in complete silence for a couple of minutes before she burst into tears. Her hands was shacking, her mascara was streaming down her face and she felt like a emotional wreck. The whole experience was totally alien for Wilma. She could not rememberd last time she cryed as Bill. It hadd to be several years ago. She was used to be an tough as nails, take no bullshit, stoic cop.
She looked at her phone again. The sentence still read “Wilma, a middle-aged mother of four, is about to go to her job as a cop.”
She didn't know whether it was all the stress and confusion from losing custody of her children and changing sex or if it was just the new hormones from her new female body, or a bit of both. But she she did know one thing and that was that she needed her babys back. That was her number one priority!
So she changed “Wilma, a middle-aged mother of four, is about to go to her job as a cop.” into “Wilma, a middle-aged mother of four, is about to go to her job as a Mom.”