It's getting harder and harder to hold onto my real self as I swim about in new and old memories, I cant tell what is real and what's false. My name is Samuel and I am a boy, but if that is the case why do I have soft skin, breasts and a sensitive vagina? Boys aren't usually supposed to have those! This body just doesn't match the memories stirring in my head… no wait yes they do! I see her now, in my past. It’s the boy who is unfamiliar, its all becoming clearer. The girl, that’s Samuel wait no… Samantha, that’s her name and Samantha is me. Who that boy was is a mystery, he doesn't seem important so I might as well just forget him and go about and continue my wonderful life.