“What must it be like, Maureen wondered, to be that size? To be that strong? To know you can show your back to every dark stairwell, doorway, and alley. To have people stare at their shoes and not at your tits when you caught them looking. For people to step aside and not “accidentally” brush up against you when they passed in close quarters. What’s it like to be that big instead of five-four, a hundred pounds, and female? For one week, for one day, I wanna be that size. A guy that size.”