Over the next two years, I learned a great many things:
Pretending to be asleep is a good way to learn things,
My wife truly loves me, and wasn't just reciting lines when she agreed to be with me for better or for worse,
Magic really exists,
And Jenny is probably bisexual.
I couldn't rationalize the way my legs looked so different after that morning, so I started looking online for anything that might help me explain it. The only clues I had were the medallion, the camera and the jeans she was carrying away when she left the room. The digital camera as a clue also made me look around the computer's hard drive as well.
Jenny had done a good job of hiding her photo history on our computer, but I was determined to find that picture and ended up finding everything. I saw pictures of myself at what was probably my worst, my "Meatloaf" stage, all the way up to the last picture she took.
It had also given me more clues for what to look for. After exhausting every other possibility I had to succumb to Sherlock Holmes' logic: magic, however improbable, must be the explanation. I found stories of the Medallion online and read a good many of them. Some of them were even pretty good. And then I found Jenny's blog.
Oh my god, my wife was a witch! Well, technically not really, but the thought that she held such power and had used it for the benefit of "us" meant so much to me. That day I devoted myself to her utterly.
Try as I might, however, I never found where she hid the medallion in the house. I eventually stopped looking for it, and also eventually ran out of stories to read. Based on most of the stories, I also came to the conclusion that this could only end one way: I was going to become a woman permanently, and Jenny would probably become the father of our first child.
I struggled with that knowledge for 6 months, trying to decide whether I wanted that fate or if I could be happy as I am now and never use the medallion again. All the while Jenny and I continued to enjoy our re-energized marriage, and after 6 months I made my decision.
