Chapter 15“Sally!”
Gen shot straight out of bed. She held the sheets over her chest, and pressed a hand to her heaving lungs, though the pressure hurt her breasts. She was at the point in her hormone cycle, though it was synthetic, where she opted for a mock period. She would not bleed—not even if she were to shell out and get the surgery that sounded more painful than necessary to be a woman—but she did experience the rising and falling of hormones once a month that mimicked the hormones other women had. Gen was sure that her sudden start out of bed was to do with that; a strange form of PMS, like the cramping in her stomach and the vivid dreams she’d been having. Fragments of the one from last night came to her as she waited to hear the voice again. In her dream, Gen had been wandering
