Taylor looked guiltily about the empty black room, as if hunting for anyone who'd overhear his next guilty words. Raising the dictaphone to his lips, the oppressive black walls a warning of the power in his hands. They trembled in anticipation, settling his nerves, he assured himself it was only a minor change. It was... he told himself. But, part of him was still petrified.
Afraid he'd discover the limits of the dictaphone, and equally that it'd work. The idea intrigued, Taylor. He startled himself, as the click reached his ears. The soft sound of the device recording clear.
"I'm the woman I'd be if I were born a girl." he said. Clicking the record button off, with a nervous frisson.
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