
As a man walking in the East Village she notices that no one is noticing her, but as a woman she observes the sexually charged phenomena of simply walking in public: the change in the air and the obvious shift of emotion is not lost on the author who chronicles her gender experiement.
Sounds like Norah's got balls.....and boobs. I would really like to read this one. I want to know what she found from trying to pass herself off as a man.