Madame Serenity looked across the table at Trevor, who was devouring a tuna steak.
"Two points" she addressed her feline roommate (the term "pet" didn't really apply.) "She's cute, and you're an idiot to turn her down."
"But, but" sputtered Trevor "She's a cat!"
"And so are you, and so will you quite possibly be for the rest of your life. Why not enjoy yourself?"
"I don't want to give into it!"
Madam sighed. "That was my attitude. I wasn't going to give into it, oh no, not tough guy Patrick O'Duffy--and for weeks I barely dared to leave the house. I couldn't deal with men at all, not only because they hit on me but because every man was a reminder of what I had lost. When I finally couldn't stand isolating myself anymore, I could only go to a place I knew about as a cop--a lesbian bar on 23d called The Little Dutch Boy. At least I wouldn't have to deal with men there, I thought. After I had gone there for a few weeks and regained the ability to converse with other people, the ladies started accepting me some. One night I got into a conversation with this cute Chinese girl and about twenty minutes into it I realized she was coming on to me. My first response, not unlike yours, was to panic, and then I thought the hell with it--it was about time I got laid. And that was a great night, and once I realized that I could take pleasure in this body I felt a hell of a lot better about being a woman. And once I realized that I could also take pleasure from men, I was able to function around men again. Sex is the best way I've ever found for the transformed to overcome their alienation from their new bodies--plus it's a lot of fun for other reasons. Plus I'm getting goddamned tired of that meowing from outside."
Madame moved to the outside door. "So do you want to join your pretty little friend, or not?"