The Peacock 1571

"this is the appendix she added last year for the book's revision", say I.  "This looks very interesting. "I am not a woman.  I am not a man either, but my body doesn't lie.  I was born male  I will die male, with some alterations of course.  I am still Karen.  I will always be Karen.  But I am also still kevin. "It started two years ago.  There was an accident.  Hit and run.-  I was the one who was hit.  And I also ran.  It happened here at UBC on the Chancellor Boulevard.  I was driving home from a refresher course I was taking at the Vancouver School of Theology.  I had a sudden desire to simply be outside, so I parked my car by the roadside.  I was going to cross the road, it is a broad boulevard with a wide grassy median.  I was going to walk just a little bit in the trail across the road, and then I was hit.  It was not a direct impact.  I was thrown across the road, but miraculously, I didn't seem badly injured.  But I was also in shock.  I thought nothing at all of waiting, and the offending driver did have the courtesy to stop and see what happened.  But by then it was too late.  I had found my way to my car and managed to drive my way home, even though I was bleeding.  I went home and bandaged the wound as well as I could, it wasn't as bad as I'd feared, but I had lost a bit of blood.  I checked myself over.  I did have some bruising on my left cheek from when I fell on the pavement, but nothing else.  I don't know what came over me, but I did nothing about it.  I called in sick for a week to recover at home, but did not go to the hospital or to the police.  But it was all over the news.  including the DNA analysis of my blood that had been found in traces on the road.  it was from a caucasian male...