I pleaded with Ellen not to humiliate me again and make me dress as a girl. "Twenty millions," she whispered. "In two years, you can retire to anywhere you want."
"I'm Owen," I sputtered at Ellen. I should never have let her do to me what she'd done to me before. I should never have let her half-blackmail, half-induce me into doing this Jessica thing all again.
"Owen's wife," murmured Ellen as she lowered the blonde pageboy wig over my hair and left me for a moment to stare at myself in the mirror. I was a woman again. My eyes were thick with false eyelashes, enhanced with mascara and eyeliner. I couldn't believe how full and pink my lips seemed. My eyebrows were thinner than they'd been earlier. The strays Ellen had cleaned up were well over half of whatever eyebrows I'd had left.