I began to weep as all of my screaming and fighting had been for naught. I was merely a passenger in my body, which had been remade into that of a man's, and he was about to marry the daughter of a family that had close relations with my own.

    I couldn't believe that my parents would do this to me. I wanted to be the bride, and to choose my own husband, but they had cruelly cast my feelings aside for their own selfish and old-fashioned desires. Did they care that much about getting a dowry?

    All that I could do was hope that the heartless, unthinking robot of a man would take notice of me and make my feelings his own. He was now the only man in my life, and I don't think I could bear being alone inside of him. We were bound together in unholy matrimony, whether if I liked it or not, so it was my hope that we could make some sort of connection. At the very least I wanted to live with him, not through him.