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white girls just don’t cut it for me, but its okay baby cause I still remember when.  I still even have my pictures of when.  Good thing I documented it before this happened.  I’ll just visualize when I look at you.  If I keep doing that that’s what I’ll see,” Doran said.
    “Really babe, really!” I snapped.
    “Well I see that your black girl attitude is still the same,” Doran said laughing.
    “That’s okay, keep it up and you really will be having to remember when with those pictures of yours,” I said.
    Doran was a photographer and one of the best.  He shot everyone from celebrities to well-known politicians.  He had accumulated several dozens of photo shoots of me over the years.  So he figured that if all else failed he could always look at them to remember what I looked like.  I was already missing my old body terribly and thought I would need to see some of those pictures myself. 
    Doran jumped into the shower after I got out so I went to get dressed.  After getting dressed I came back into the bathroom to figure out what to do with my new hair.  I couldn’t bear the sight of the lifeless look of it so I just put it up into a bun.  I could see that the hair thing was really going to be quite an adjustment for me.
     
     

 
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    Once Doran got out of the shower and got dressed he and I headed downstairs to present the imposter me to Ina.  She was sitting in the living room on the loveseat reading a book.  She was an avid reader and spent more time reading than most kids spent playing video games.  It was one of the many things that I absolutely loved about her.  Both she and Doran loved reading.  It was actually how the two of them bonded initially.  They would sit on the couch together both deeply engrossed in their book of choice sitting as quiet as church mice. 
    Doran decided to dive right in without delay and greeted Ina as I trailed closely behind him.  “Good afternoon again Ina!  Here she is!  Presenting your new mom!” he said flagging his hand in front of me like he was Bob Barker on the Price Is Right and Ina was getting a new car. 
    “Oh wow!  Is this real?” Ina gasped in utter shock.
    “Yeah it’s real.  Touch her.  She’s real alright,” Doran said.
    Frozen and apparently glued to her seat Ina said, “Wow mom is that really you in there?  How did this happen?  I had no idea this was possible.  Are you going to get your old self back?  How will you explain this to everyone?  How do I explain it to my friends?  How will you teach classes at the studio?”
    Ina was full of questions and she bombarded me with each and every one of them.
    “I know Ina this is quite a shock to us all.  For now we’re just gonna keep this to ourselves so no will be telling anyone outside of here.  I’ll tell J myself so he won’t be startled when he comes home,” I explained.
    “Can I touch it mom?” Ina asked.
    “Sure,” I said as Ina slowly made her way towards me as if she was approaching a haunted house on Halloween.
    She inched toward me standing just inches away and touched my hand, then moved her hand up my arm and lastly touched my hair.
    “Oh my god mom this isn’t real.  Are you gonna be like this forever?  Will you ever come back to us?  I can’t imagine having a white mom,”  Ina said.
    “Ina I’m still me and you don’t have a white mom.  I hope that you can see that,” I said.
    “Yes Ina you’ll see soon enough that in every other way she’s still very much your mom.  Just say something to tick her off and you’ll quickly find out,” Doran chimed in.
    “Alright now I told you about that babe.  Don’t start it,” I snapped.
    “See, I told you,” Doran said laughing.
    “I’m glad you find this so amusing.  Just wait until you wake up as a white man in the morning.  We’ll see how funny it is then,” I said.
    “Well when I do I’ll just make the best of it and get all the things that I was denied as a