The stretchy state of shifting spectrum eventually has to result in red becoming purple, then blue, then green, then yellow. Yet, where upon that spectrum one becomes the other is a fool's consideration. I no longer entertain any doubt that I am Melanie now, not Dave. And such odd juxtapositions as conversations with old friends upon memories of the way we used to talk, getting made up in the mirror and then viewing a video tape from Christmas of five years ago, recalling an unfinished thought from before transition and realizing the logic no longer makes sense - all these little signs force one to accept that the self has shifted, though still feels like self. Becoming is no longer required.
Transition never changes, it just changes direction.
FOUR years after beginning to live as Melanie. SIX years after seriously considering this path. And when totalled, they add up to one. Her eyes fly wide, her yearnings stop, her happiness begins. But Virginia does not share this revalation with us - it is for Orlando alone.