Two days later, Paul was sitting at his desk, putting the finishing touches to an advertisement his company was doing for a new dietary supplement. But since Sunday evening, he couldn’t get the images of his peculiar vision out of his mind. He’d seen himself as a woman, though it wasn’t as if being a woman was a fantasy of his. He had no desire to be a woman. Besides, it had felt infinitely more real than a fantasy. And Calvin. The Calvin from the vision hadn’t looked anything like the real Calvin, but Paul knew without a doubt it had been the same person. But how? None of it made any sense. Ever since that first day when he’d noticed Calvin staring at him on the bus, things had gone from unusual to outright bizarre.
He recalled the conversation he’d had with Linda about a psychic who did
